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Self Hate

Mia’s POV

“What have you done to yourself !” I screamed as I realized who sat on the couch in the corner of the living room.

The smell of alcohol pierced my nostrils like the foul smell from hell. My eyes rigorously scanned the room in panic and fear. This wasn’t what I wanted, why would all this be happening in the shortest period?

I couldn’t understand the reason Azek did this to himself, What the hell was he thinking? I watched as saliva drooled down his open mouth. Every ounce of sanity had left him. He sat there, a shell of the man I once knew now a half-dead human. His spirit suffocation and drowned under the weight of despair.

This isn’t the man I fell in love with, the Azek I knew was buried beneath layers of regret and pain, I thought to myself. This isn’t what I expected him to do. I expected a solid confrontation or effort toward bringing our marriage back to its new glory.

I stood there frozen in place, confused about my marriage. Should I leave him? Or s