He was so self-absorbed.
Treated me like some trophy to his friends.
Every single thing was a game to him and he just had to win.
He was balancing on his tower of ego.
The perfect couple we were was just for show.
I was never right.
My answers didn't matter.
Then one night I gave him the divorce papers.
I would get everything.
He couldn't take the fact he would be loosing his wife, house and car.
So he took his life.
His self-worth was worth more than his life I guess.