Almost.

What happens when your world falls apart? What happens when in approximately 5 minutes you are a replicate of the glass sprawled across the floor? What happens when you were almost, just almost happy?

This is my story.

Coming home from college and finding that everything had changed, my partner had become a raging abusive alcoholic in 6 months and had left me near dead on the floor.

This is me trying to recollect my thoughts and understand what went wrong and more importantly how to make it right.

Because it was Almost right, Almost happy and I was Almost had hope.