Lydia's *POV*
"Look Marshall, it's clear you need to sober up now. I know we lost our son, but you can't just keep drinking the pain away." I say, taking the bottle out of his hand.
"Lydia damn leave me alone." he says this as he tries grabbing it from me
"No I'm tired of taking care of you. I have a job just like you and all you're doing is letting it slip into your fingers. You know Dre was right, maybe I should've left you." I say with venom in my voice.
"You what with Dre." Before I knew it, he got up in my face, and he said something hurtful, but I was too blind by the red I was seeing in front of me.
"Maybe you and Dre should hook up, since you seem to go to him for everything when you don't get your fucking way." He says pushing me aside.
It hit me perhaps this was our end, maybe it was time to let go of what I couldn't fix or salvage up
"Fine you want me out, I'll leave." I said go to our shared room and slamming the door, I grabbed my suitcase and I left a note as I have seen him passed out either another bottle in his hand and I took the keys and I left. I knew I shouldn't leave and work things out but when you have two knuckle heads fighting it really doesn't help the situation, so I left to the place I knew someone would listen:
*Time skip*
I went to the nearest place that was open, so I could buy flowers and all his favorite stuff, even if it seemed lame to me, I got them and I went to the grave
End of *POV*
