I've known for quite while now, but he recently told me something that solidified it further.. if possible.

I don't come off very likable in this story, brace yourself. About 5 years ago when I was 20, right when we started dating I was in a horrible place. My boyfriend, who I was very in love with, had died a bit over a year ago at that point, and I just got out of a weird almost abusive stint with someone. I was constantly drunk, depressed, and just awful. We knew each other from years earlier, and he was friends with my boyfriend who passed, which is probably why he gave me a chance. Due to a fucked living situation on my part, he moved in way too early so I wouldn't have problems with rent.

This went about as you'd imagine, I continued drinking heavily and tried to push him away as I believed he'd leave anyway, and I was in a selfish place and was negligent to anyone elses feelings.

On the night that I learned would have broke the camels back, I left without saying anything or answering his calls for a couple hours for no reason, and returned to drink two bottles of wine (I'm a small girl). He hid away in a spare room during this time. After the two bottles I decided I needed water and proceded to drop a full britta pitcher on my toe. Nail nearly fully detached, blood everywhere. I go to him drunkenly sobbing. He carries me to the bed where he fixes up my toe while I call my mom for whatever reason. We stayed together and I got better, probably not fast enough, but it happened. We are still together now and the best of friends. We are in a really good place, believe it or not.

Turns out that night he decided he was going to throw in the towel. But when he was bandaging me up, he overheard my mom say something like "thank god he's there" through the phone. He said he realized that I was a good person in a bad spot, and didn't want to abandon me. I feel badly all the time for putting him through that. He shouldn't have stayed, but I'm glad he did :)