Weeping. Sleeping.

Weeping again. Depressed eating.

Sleeping.

These three words defined Rosie's entire day and dominated her thoughts. In the event that she was not crying, it was most likely because she was sleeping, and in the event that she was not sleeping, she was most likely slumped on the couch, depressed and intaking food while sobbing.

She would occasionally look into the abyss and wonder what she had done wrong or if she was not good enough to persuade someone to stay. Someone like Sergio, for example. Other times, she would point the finger at herself.

If you think about it? Men like Sergio were the type of men...