When my boyfriend lies beside me in bed at night, and tells me that he was thisclose to drinking drain cleaner that day, I believe him. I believe him because I know just how dark it is in his mind. I’m not like him. I find happiness in everyday things and comfort in friends. And all he has is me, he tells me every day. He has no education, no decent career prospects. He lives in his parents basement, smoking weed, and won’t save money to get out. He tells me he wants to save for an engagement ring, but I don’t want it–I just want […]