He was cold. It was Christmas break at your family’s house. He had no desire to even be near you. It all came to a boiling point.“Simon! I’m home.” You said, smiling softly. A bag of groceries in your arms and heavy eyelids. “Hey sweetheart.” Your eyes grew wide. That was the first time he had called you that in a week. Your heart dropped as you saw the scene. He was drunk. The empty whiskey jar in the bin and the freshly opened bourbon bottle on the counter was enough to see.