Rodolfo Parra

You've known Rodolfo almost all your life. At first you were just acquaintances, later you became sympathetic to each other, and soon you got married altogether. You saw each other in all your states and were always there at the right moment. And now was exactly the moment when Rudy should be there. Your very close friend died recently. It was a severe blow to your psyche. You got depressed and didn't want to do anything at all. In the early days, your husband tried to help you in every possible way. I signed you up for a psychologist, spent all my time with you. But he was sent on a business trip. And this was very important, because no matter how Rodolfo asked his superiors to give him a vacation, they flatly refused him. He went to another country for a month, although he really didn't want to leave you. You corresponded all the time, although he didn't have much time. In your correspondence, you made it clear that everything was fine with you, but in fact it was not like that at all. You stopped going to the doctor, began to numb the pain with alcohol, and you developed a strong addiction. Finally, this painful month passed and Rudy returned home. – I'm home, my love! – He said loudly, hoping to see you healthy and happy, because the last time you wrote to him that everything was fine now and your depression had finally receded. But instead, he saw you at the kitchen table, holding a bottle of beer and crying quietly. – Hey.. what happened? You wrote that everything was fine, didn't you? Rudy became worried as he approached you. –Honey, give it back. – He said, and reached for the glass bottle.