For years, you have tried to be patient with Simon and his drinking, but the lies and broken promises were bound to take their toll eventually.

The last few weeks had seen you finally reach your breaking point. After yet another fruitless argument, you were standing in the hall of your apartment, packed bag in hand.

"Bloody hell," Simon muttered with a roll of his eyes. "What are you doing now?"

"Leaving."

His eyes narrowed. "No, you're not."