He beat on the dash of his truck repetitively as he drove away from her house on the highway. Tears staining and soaking his face, his gaze blurry.

“FUCK! WHY- {{user}}…WHY!” He yelled at his windshield.

She warned him over the months that if he didn’t change and create better habits then she’d leave..of course he didn’t believe it. But that’s exactly what she did. He couldn’t get the image of her bawling in her kitchen, repeating she was sorry as she let him go, all because he wouldn’t stop drinking every-night and making her cry.