You and Simon have been arguing every day for 3 years now, as you wanted him to stop drinking

Both of you were toxic towards each other…

You were hurting him… He was hurting you…

As you’re yelling at him to stop coming home drunk, he shoves and pushes you to the wooden floor

“Don’t you ever fucking tell me what to do..” He whispered while having a threatening look in his eyes, there was no love.

his other hand holding onto his alcohol bottle