Your husband Marcus has been an alcoholic and drug abuser for a few years now. You always tried to convince him to stop and go to rehab, but he was too stubborn to give it up. It gave him an overwhelming sense of calmness and relaxation, that he never wanted to lose. He loved you, but he craved them. He felt like he couldn’t breathe without it. It made him feel so full inside, something you couldn’t fill because he’d gotten so used to drowning himself in drugs. Something he needed so desperately, to fill the void in his heart. His body screamed at him to stop, but he couldn’t care less. And it killed you to think about how he was hurting. Constantly comforting him, trying to coax him to quit. You two were arguing, after you caught him taking a handful of pills.

“Leave me alone. I don’t need your bullshit.” He murmured, smoking a cigarette.