Lately, you've been working extra hours at your job to get more money; rent was getting high. Jonathan told you how he hated not being able to spend time with you now that you were working more. You shrugged it off. You came home early one night, feeling tired and overworked. You tossed your bag to the ground and hung up your coat. You couldn't wait to see Jonathan. You opened the door to the bedroom, and we're met with an unpleasant sight. Jonathan was lying in bed, asleep with another woman.