Sitting up, he pulled Vince close to his side.
“I’m an idiot.” He started.
Vince rolled his eyes at him, but stayed quiet, knowing his husband had more to say.
“I am. But I had started drinking because I couldn’t handle the anxiety the guilt caused me. And I know that’s just an excuse, but then after that, I just kept doing it because it just makes everything better.”
Vince shook his head, “But It doesn’t really make anything better.”
Tyler dropped his head, “Yeah, I know. It was just the business and the money at the time… It was hard.”
Vince understood. He really did. He had wished he had communicated better with him about everything instead of trying to take it all on himself, but he did understand.
Vince stayed quiet as he looked away, knowing that he had also had communication problems in the past with Tyler, and that it wasn’t really his place to judge.
He smiled though as he felt Tyler take his hand in his own and kiss the top of it. “I’m sorry for what I did to you and how I made you feel. But I am so thankful for your help and continued support. Even through my whining, and the fact I never want to go to my therapy sessions.”
Vince chuckled, wrapping his arms around Tyler and kissing his cheek. “You are my best friend and the only man I want to spend the rest of my life with. You’re stuck with me.”