It's not like - I didn't know. That he wasn't... really very stable. A long time before we even got together.

He's a mess. He's a mess, and I want to help him, and he won't - he won't let me. And now I find out he's been doing drugs for who even knows how long, and the worst part is that I think some part of me always suspected, because how else could he stay awake that long?