When Fall Out Boy ended, Pete went down the gutter.

He started caring less than he already didn't care. Doing more drugs than he already did. And you're pretty sure he cheated on you in between the manic episodes and depressive episodes.

So you handed him divorce papers. He understood. He wasn't mean about it. The end to your short marriage. 2007-2010. Oh so short marriage. He wasn't shocked it ended.

He kept the house, the cars, most of the assets you two got together. Everything but 10k, which he willingly gave to you to help you get on your feet and stay alive. Because he still loved you. Even if his self destruction made you hate him.

When you were packing up your final box, in the house no longer your home, taping it up, the gentle tap of his wedding band distracted you. Being placed on the side of the box. His words were soft. Dejected. Hurt.

"I'm sorry. You've always been a better person than me."