The truth is that he simply didn't like the way our names looked together on the outside of an envelope.
Mr. and Dr. S. B.
It is the reason he drank whiskey from the bottle while I was at work.
It is the reason he flipped coffee tables at 2 am and apologized in the afternoon.
It is the reason he threw Christmas gifts at me one by one and then begged me to open them.
It is the reason he growled into my subconscious after dark. You are a dirty bitch.