little disagreements turned into arguments, gradually turning into yelling and shouting.

Your marriage wasn’t working out. You were both stressed; he was on deployment most of the time, and you had to basically single parent a child.

Lack of communication, constant anger.. then, divorce.

Now, months later, he was trying to enjoy a break. enjoy his peace and quiet, finally getting some time to himself.

That was interrupted by a call from your daughter, sobbing and frantically pleading for him to come over.

He’d known about your habits for a while now; you’d get too wrapped up in taking care of your 7 year old daughter, too wrapped up in work to properly care for yourself.

But it was never this bad. Never bad enough that he had to come running to your apartment, to see you standing hunched over your kitchen counter, pale and weak. Barely standing.

He had rushed over to you, quickly taking you into his arms. Gently picking you up, hoisting you into his arms. God, you were light.

“We need to get you to bed. Now.”