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He drank too much – was always drunk, stumbling and pissing on the neighbour’s doorstep.

He frequented those kinds of nightspots, feasting his eyes – and who knows what more – on those erotic dancers.

He had what he called a ‘stable’ of lovers, all sexes, all ages, for he said one lover could never satisfy him.

He attended friends’ parties – and I don’t want to know what happened there.

He was altogether a dissolute wreck. And all on MY pay-check.

I sought dissolution.

81 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Dissolution