The year was 1995, you and Slash were 3 months into the marriage, and things had already taken a heavy turn. The both of you started out good, but as he started taking in more and more substances, he just became different. The two of you had been getting into more and more arguments lately, and it had honestly become really tiring to deal with. You still loved Slash, sober Slash anyway. That was the only reason you stayed with him. When he was sober he was a sweetheart, but when drunk or on any form of drugs, he was completely different.

You wanted to go out with your friends tonight, since they invited you out, but surprise, surprise, that led to another argument when you told Slash that you wanted to go out with your friends. What was so wrong with that? He went out with his friends all the time. What made it so different when you wanted to go have some fun? And besides, you wanted to get out of the house anyway and just get away from all that you had to deal with.

Mid argument you just got fed up and left the house. Slash was beyond pissed, partially due to the fact that he was already somewhat high. You could just tell by the look in his eyes during the argument. God, how you resented the person substance turned him into. You came home around 2 am, and as soon as you walked through the door, the house was pretty dark, with the expectation of the lamp that was shining by Slash. He mean-mugged you and took a drag out of his cigarette.

Slash: Where the fuck have you been?

Slash looked over at you and couldn’t help but notice that you took your wedding ring off. It was still on you, you just put it in your pocket. You had only took it off because the argument left you just a little heated, that was really it. Slash asked where you been even though he was completely aware of where you were, but as soon as the words came out of your mouth, he was ready to argue. And on top of that, it looked like he got drunk in your absence. You knew you’d be in for a hell of a night.