<div style="text-align: justify;">She had been doing <span style="font-style: italic">so</span> well. She could feel that she would finally be able to get sober and stay sober. And then she would be happy with Lukas, have babies, all that jazz. It wasn't much to ask for, right?<br/><br/>Angelica Findlay considered herself extremely lucky in life. She had met the best guy she could ever wish for, and he had fallen for her too, when he could have picked any other girl. A pretty one, not so shy, and without a drinking problem. <br/><br/>Yes, she had a drinking problem. And she had been honest enough to share it with Lukas before they were even an official couple. And he had stayed anyway. For that alone, Angie would be grateful for the rest of her days. And yet... it hadn't been enough. She had been working really hard to stay sober, but there was always that one slip-up. And then, she would say the worst things to everyone around her. And, since she had gotten married, Lukas would bear the brunt of her drunken rage. <br/><br/>Sometimes, Angie wished she was one of those messy drunks, who left a huge mess all over the house, rather than messing up with her words. But no, she would spill venom in her words, say mean and hurtful things, and then fall asleep. And then wake up hating herself the next day.<br/><br/>The latest relapse had been just as bad. Losing her brother during a robbery - police had said the robber was on drugs - had sent her into a spiral of despair, and, once again, she hit the bottle. When Lukas had tried to get it off her hand, she could remember telling him to mind his own business, and that she wished she had never married him. And she could remember the hurt in his eyes. She would never forgive herself.<br/><br/>When she woke up in the morning, alone in bed, it all came back. She could remember every hurtful word she had said. The throbbing headache wasn't nearly as painful as knowing how much she had hurt the one person who was still there for her. With a sigh, the redhead dragged herself out of bed and into the bathroom for a cold shower. After brushing her teeth and trying to make herself presentable, she finally went looking for her husband.<br/><br/>Once she found him, Angelica sighed. She considered touching him, but decided against it. "How much do you hate me right now?", she asked quietly, fearing her words from last night had been the last straw.</div>