When I arrived, I started drinking immediately--one right after another. The thoughts of Beth and Brad having sex had consumed me the entire week. All the things she had been doing to me while we were together was now a vivid image in my mind of her doing those same things to Brad. I couldn't shake it no matter how much I drank. By the time nine-thirty, that night rolled around, I could barely stand to answer the door when Clark had come over.

"Owen, please talk to me. What is going on?" He pleaded with me.

I couldn't even speak as I broke down crying and dropped to my...