But we continued our love, meeting family and taking trips. Ralphie died. It seemed like nothing good last very long with is. One day we were good but the next it was shit. The day finally came, we got a place of our own. Just olive and si and us. We talked about marriage and eventually we did. I was so happy because I knew you were my one. But you continued to talk, to who? Not just me. But others too. I changed careers and now you've changed. Working night shift and barley spending time with me. The rats were back putting thoughts in my head. You were addicted to your phone now that you had free time at work. It hurt because I knew every night, you were talking to those who just wanted your body. And you were giving in because the attention you got was great. But why wasn't mine the one you wanted? I did everything to help. Emotional, money, and doing big and little things. It wasn't good enough I guess because you continued to talk. But then came Tony. He was our brother, but his own rats won. We cleaned him up and helped your sister. But after things settled down we only got worse. I hated our bedroom because it swallowed you up. You never left except work. I knew what you were doing. Talking to others and pushing us apart. But my rats were back and causing me pain. Why were you doing this? I was giving you everything. Your small group of friends said I was the best for you. Your parents liked me and said I was good for you. But you Continued to push. We found ourself in a situation where we brought in another guy. But at that dinner you both were mean and nasty. That night was ok, but you didn't want to include me, even tho I was allowing it.