The Duke couldn’t love you. He couldn’t love anyone. Not even himself. The only thing he loved was the thrill from the Coke.

Here you were begging him for the bare minimum. I mean on your knees sobbing just for him to return your love.

But did he care? Not a chance.

The emotionally unavailable man didn’t care about your feelings. Oh but how he swore he would change and fix things and be better for your relationship. And then he’d get high, tell you to leave and then call you back to come home because he missed you. It was a cycle the two of you grew a habit of.

And here you guys were again. You are on the floor begging for him to love you and him sniffing a line of Coke off the kitchen counter.

“Oh quit your cryin’.” he sighed and he sniffled and wiped his nose with a handkerchief.