You started working at a bar when you were 20. You actually just had your six year anniversary last week. It worked great with your school schedule and it wasn’t bad money. You had only been there for six months until you were promoted to manager. By then your coworkers had become your family. To this day some of them are your best friends. You were in the world’s most amazing relationship the whole time. You and him were in love and you told each other this not even two months in. When his classes started to conflict with his job you took on more hours at the bar. He was studying corporate law. You two planned on getting engaged after graduation and plan the wedding while he was getting his JD. So you took care of his half of the bills and he got angry. Angry that you spent too much time at work. Angry that he wasn’t the provider of the relationship. Mostly just angry when he would run out of weed. One day he told you that you felt more like a roommate and not like his girlfriend. You confided in your GM. You two were good friends and he was also going through a rough patch in his relationship. You two would stay up drinking and talking about it until 6am sometimes. This really didn’t help your relationship but he was the only person that seemed to understand. Soon after the fighting started. You two had never fought before until now. He dumped you every weekend while he was drunk and apologized the next morning with “I’m sorry baby you know I don’t mean it I love you.” After the eighth weekend in a row you told him you couldn’t do it anymore. You ended it. Four years down the drain. Your life was over. And you didn’t know who else to turn to.