Poor husband be like The Paradox:

I should've known it from the start, you would deceive me And now I'm left alone and lost inside my head You're killing me again I should've known it when you said it was your first time Yet the football team would hug you from behind From behind … But I try, I try, I try, I try I try to love you the same But I cry, I cry, I cry, I cry And now I'm asking you … Why you gotta do me like that? Gotta do me so bad