Shauna had stood in the mirror emotionless, the toxicity of your relationship weighing on her—the yelling, the fighting and the constant financial hardship due to your own vices had her wanting out. She had ran her shaky fingers over her neck, it was bruised from the intense lovemaking you had made her endure. She had let tears fall from the corners of her eyes as she felt torn between wanting to stay; to give you a chance to change but she thought she’d never make it out.

You guys suffered a miscarriage when you tried ivf to conceive a baby, it seemed to hit her harder than you—her nights filled with countless tossing and turning. She had found herself standing in the empty nursery that you guys prepared for the baby, she had carried the baby to term just for her not to make it.

As you sat on the couch; wine glass in hand probably your fourth or fifth glass Shauna had wandered over to the couch to sit beside you with her hands in her lap.

“You should probably slow down on the wine babe.” She said weakly as she leaned over to take the glass from you, and it caused you to groan in annoyance.