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Greg gets the attention of the neighbor girls.

It doesn't need a specific event, but the smallest of things have the ability to drag him back to his lowest point.

He battled with her, wanting to keep the house, wanting revenge (secretly wanting her back), wanting to hate her. He had a survey, they agreed on an amount. The Building Society weren't willing to hand over all the money and she wasn't willing to accept anything less. He had to get a loan. He phoned around. His Bank didn't want him, nor did his Building Society. He had to settle for the legal equivalent to a Loan Shark. They didn't quite break your legs but they got everything back and some. She didn't care; all she wanted was the money - in cash, in a small, plain white envelope. (She even asked for this after he explained that the Bank had refused him the Loan.) His love for her rapidly became hate. She came over to 'discuss' (for discuss read 'demand') how things were going to happen. She then told him she was seeing someone else. But by that time, he didn't care... his depression was the only thing that concerned him at that moment in time. She only told him so he'd either demand she stop seeing him (thus revealing any pain and feeling he still held towards her) or for him to simply offer his blessing. He did neither. He simply waited for her to leave.

Three days later, she came for her money. He gave her the five grand in the envelope she'd specified. There were no words from him, a simple 'have you got it?' from her. When he followed her out the door, his anger finally got the better of him... in her car was her new lover.

He was the physical representation of the humiliation she'd dumped on him.

"Who the hell do you think you are, coming round here with him! Don't you ever let me see him or you around here again, otherwise I don't know what I'll end up responsible for!" It was with an embarrassed satisfaction that he watched her leave, tale between her legs.

But that outburst hadn't been enough to stop the depression. A week later, it hit him like a brick wall. It was October. His Birthday. He'd gone the pub with his Dad and his Brother. After forking out a fortune on someone he now thought of as a glorified prostitute, he was short of money, unable to buy a drink. Something unthought-of in his family. After being made a fool of with his ex, he was now the subject of ridicule with his family. He'd stormed out of the pub, not caring to hide his tears. He was at his car when his Dad caught up with him. An argument ensued, his Dad wasn't willing to let him drive and Simon wasn't willing to stay. For some reason, his Dad felt that a confession would make him come round... he decided to tell his eldest son that he was having an affair and was leaving his mother before Christmas! Where as his ex telling him he could buy the house from her whilst lying naked in his bed had been the 'last straw' with his relationship, this revelation from his father was the last straw for his depression. He climbed into himself, refusing to return.

Not long after that, he'd taken the pills. Paracetamol, Aspirin and Co-Codamol, swallowing 40 in total, along with half a dozen bottles of beer. He'd wanted to take more but he puked them all out, the powder coating and booze being too much for him to take. Lying on the couch, contemplating once more putting himself in that position, Simon Matthews felt a tear slip down his cheek - it was a tear he remembered from all those years ago.

He'd let his head hang over the toilet pan, nose close to the freshly regurgitated pills. Alcohol fumes spiralled up from the U-Bend, forcing his gags. The retching only stopped when he brought up something thick and black, something a Doctor later told him was probably part of his stomach lining.

Simon Matthews remembered this moment.

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