Four years of seemingly happy bliss and 1 year of his crap was enough for anyone person to take. We were high school sweet hearts, we were happy, we were everything anyone else wanted to be. But a year ago after my company took off his envy for my success reared its ugly head. I tried to tell myself he would get used to it, but I guess not. "Get your stuff out by tonight, as of right now the apartment is for sale" And with every fiber in my body I gave him a devilish smirk and let the doors close.