In exactly 24 hours - this is everything she has done.

She threw eggs at all her roommates. Smashing the raw egg yolks all over their heads and the walls of their home.

She threw sharp nails all over the floors and staircase - trapping her roommates in the house with her.

She splashed all of them with boiling hot water from her kettle.

She rammed her car into the house over and over again until the entire garage was smashed in.

She lit 2 of their cars on fire and tried to kill all 3 of her roommates.

She’s only known them for 1 month… why is she trying to kill them?

A box of chocolates.

That’s why.

The good ones too - they’re Ferrero Rocher. 

It feels so wrong to be texting someone much younger than her. It’s not because he’s young. It’s because she’s married. With two kids.

She sends the sexy message and her husband is breathing down her neck. This is the start of their open relationship.

One night at the bar turns into her husband sleeping with his ex. Her meeting creepy guys at cheap motels in New York City. Her husband’s gf gets hit on by her boyfriend. And having to explain to her young son what an open marriage is.

Open marriages can work - but this one is so so messy. It’s the equivalent of watching a 13 car pile up on the highway and not being able to look away.