SW

Katsuki always told you he would get sober. But it never happened. You’d come home and he’d be intoxicated. You would leave and he would be intoxicated. It was a repetitive cycle. You were the only working. Money was tight. After a long tiring day you finally had enough. You sat at the kitchen table waiting for him to come home. When he came home, you handed him the papers. His fear of loosing you finally took control and he promised he’d get sober.