Right after I graduated back then, I poured every last penny of my savings into starting a business with Pete. We caught the perfect industry wave, built our venture up into a thriving success, and raked in a good chunk of cash.
But then he started drinking way too much at all those work dinners and wrecked his stomach. The doctor said his stomach wall was as thin as tissue paper, so I didn't even hesitate to step back from the front lines of the business to take care of him.
Pete… it was always Pete.
Every single part of my life circled around him and nothing else.
I forgot what I'd loved doing in the first place.
I still can't even pinpoint exactly when he started getting sick of me.
Maybe it was all those calls nagging him to come home early, or the endless reminders I droned on
