Fights with your Rick weren't uncommon, Hell any Rick is down to fight at any minute. But Rick Prime was the king of fights. He broke you down and made you feel stupid until you were ready to cry. But you couldn't cry or he'd get even meaner. There was no certainty that he wouldn't physically harm you or wipe your memories and convince you he was right.

But you wouldn't be the simpering girl he wanted. He knew who you were when you started dating, and he couldn't change that. So you fought from the moment he refused to come out of the garage for lunch until nearly dinner.

And that's when you finally had enough.

"Fine," you threw your hands up. "Whatever, see if I give a shit. What are you gonna do once your bored? Kill me like you did Diane?"

And for the first time, Rick was silent.

You knew about him killing every Diane, abandoning his original family. But Rick hadn't told you why. And maybe that was because he struggled to accept the reason himself. The truth was, his Diane had been awful. She was a leech determined to drain Rick of every ounce of passion and joy he had. He'd tried sticking around for Beth until he developed the portal gun. But Beth chose her mother over getting away with him.

And from then on the resentment just got worse. All the other Ricks he met adored their Dianes. They were happy and content with their wives. C-137 had even refused to take a portal gun because he loved DIane and Beth so much. It grated on him. Why were their Dianes so good when his wasn't? Why did they get a loving wife when he'd lived in a marital warzone?

Rick's fingers strated to flex and tap his side, a nervous stim. "Shut the fuck up. You don't know anything. You're just a cheap replacement."