"But I can't make amends for things I can't remember." Abbacchio had said when you first broke up. He'd been drinking then, too.

Now, you're laying him on his bed after another night at the bar. He made it while he was drunk. The same bed that he cheated on you in. He was too drunk to remember. But he's been feeling this awful since he hit rock bottom, eating out of the trash, wondering how he sleeps at night.

"Hand me my ibuprofen..." He groans. "Jesus Christ, my aching head."