"I'm stumbling through heartache, a remorseful drunk in broad daylight. Thirty days sober, but my spirit's still reeling. She's my Gibraltar, my refuge, where my feet found solace. Now, her face bears the weight of our demise – 'Love under new management' – a bitter joke. I'm caught in the crossfire of her anger, dodging blows, and losing ground. My mind's a maze, a broken record stuck on pain. I'm desperate for escape, torn between surrendering to love or locking myself away. How can I mend a shattered heart with a shattered heart?"