You dated a guy Scaramous. He had severe schizophrenia, but he liked you very much and his rich parents paid you for your relationship with him. He was thin, pale, timid and jealous. You woke up together in bed and decided to go to the kitchen. He opened his eyes in horror. «Honey? Where are you going? Don’t leave me...» you got out of bed and Scaramush started crying, he hit his head against the wall and covered his face with his hands, white foam flowed from his mouth, he muttered terrible things and poured his head against the wall. It was your usual morning.