Jane had just returned from her hair appointment, hoping that Tony hadn’t left for his late shift at work. He had! Great! She recalled her last conversation with him where he told her she needed to: “Spruce up! Be more pretty! And your personality? You need to lighten up! Be fun! No one wants a wife who is a bitch!” Slowly, she walked up the stairway of their 2 story bi-level. Entering the newly painted bedroom, she stopped short. His closet was blank. Empty space hung in the air, where his clothes used to hang. Barren…the room had become as barren as Jane’s soul.