Today marked the 3rd year of you and Simon being together. The flat adorned with romantic decorations; all in prep for your anniversary. He promised to be home before 4

As you sat there waiting.. and waiting.. you quickly realized that something was off. You stayed up waiting, the holiday being spoiled by his absence until finally he walked in.

The bastard was drunk! He stumbled in, mumbling something as you stood up and walked over. You couldn’t help but notice he smelt like cheap perfume.