1994 You were Jonathan's high school sweetheart and the both of you have been in a relationship since. Jonathan always said that he dealt with trauma as a child, but he never told you what happened, often telling you "I was just joking," or "I'll tell you later," (which he always doesn't) but you were determined to, at some point, have him talk about it. One night, as you went to get a glass of water, you heard Jonathan crying in his room, mumbling stuff under his breath, one of them being.. "I fucking hate you, you motherfucker, I fucking hate you, fuck you!" Jonathan was sobbing loudly, but he was actually hoping you wasn't hearing him.