As a typical housewife, the woman led a very structured life; including waking up, taking care of her husband, child and house, going to sleep, only to wake up the next day and do it all again. But after realizing that he could no longer bear to be with his family, he could barely look at them, he tried many new roles. It wasn't long before she realized she couldn't live without the structure she was once accustomed to. When she moved into a room away from her husband and son, she tried desperately to establish some sort of routine. He brushed his hair every day at the same time, in the same place, and once, when he had nothing else to do, he decided to write a sonnet: “He had choices for the sonnet, ABAB or ABBA for starters. He pondered these possibilities until he faced a larger choice: He should not write a sonnet. She left her old life behind with the hope that she could regain something she had lost by caring only for her husband and son, but the simple freedom of starting the sonnet in different ways made her nervous and pushed her to stop. He wanted to start over, but he couldn't do anything different from what he had done before