Lukas believed that Angie was the only person he could ever love. Even with all her drink related problems, she had been sober when he first met her... well sober at the time. She had charmed her way into his life, but even when she admitted her drinking problem, he was already in love with her. Even though such a thought is surely ridiculous, it thought it was the closest thing to love at first sight that the real world ever got.<br/><br/>He hadn't realized how bad her drinking problem was until much later, and in turn decided to help her,and get her the help she so desperately needed and had told him she had wanted. Even though it had taken a few attempts she had been clean almost a year and Lukas was so proud of his wife and how much she had managed to achieve. That was until last night, getting in from work late, as he had been working the evening shift, he got home. Expecting a nice relaxing night with his wife, instead he found her, a drunken mess. He could understand how loosing her brother had affected her, but he didn't know how bad it actually was until now.<br/>He knew she wouldn't want to go back down this path, he tried reasoning with her, and when that was met with no response he had tried forcefully removing the bottle from her hands.<br/>What happened next he would never have expected, even in her more darker drinking days, she had said some bad stuff, but this was one of the worst he had ever heard come from her mouth.<br/><br/>Shocked and hurt, he decided to just leave, after all... that's what she had wanted. He was going to come back the next morning, but he needed to get away from her and went down to the diner, and ordered some coffee and a burger. He hadn't eaten since lunch and he was a lot hungrier than he realized. He sat there for about 4 or 5 hours, just sipping hot coffee and running things through his head.<br/>He couldn't carry on with this anymore, and he knew that rehab wouldn't be an option... their funds were pretty much almost gone, and what they had saved was for a new home... but he didn't know if they'd ever have enough.<br/><br/>That's when the idea hit him like a bolt of lightning, maybe, just maybe, moving away from everything would give Angie the shock she needed and maybe she would be able to stay clean this time, just maybe. With hope in his heart, and a plan in his mind, he headed back to where his wife was. It was home, but it wasn't the best. He knew she probably didn't mean what she said but it still hurt, trying to shake it from his tired brain, he finished walking home. It was early morning, and the sun was starting to rise, Lukas knew today was going to be difficult.<br/><br/>He let himself back in and assumed Angie was still sleeping, he emptied what was left in the bottles of alcohol and poured them down the drain, and put the glass in the recycling bin. Making a pot of fresh coffee as he heard the shower start to run, he knew she would have a rough head, and strong coffee was the only thing that seemed to help. Lukas poured himself a cup and sat at the breakfast table with a bit of paper and a pen, writing down all the things they needed to sort out and figure out. So he would have a list to stick to.<br/><br/>When he heard Angie come into the kitchen and ask how much he hated her, it kind of stung. But he sucked up his pride and swallowed it, he needed to get through the morning first.<br/><span style="font-style: italic">'Baby steps Lukas, baby steps. Get through the morning, then think about the bigger plan'</span>he thought to himself. He looked at her and remembered why he had married her in the first place.<br/>"Angie, I don't hate you... but we have a lot to talk about" He replied to her, with a soft tone in his voice, trying to mask how serious this conversation was going to be.<br/>"Coffee's fresh. Pour some and come sit down" He added, gesturing towards the pot of Coffee on the kitchen counter.