Just A Thing

He let his head fall back on to the couch's arm rest, inhaling deeply as he began to tell of what troubled him. She, watching him with curiousity in her eyes, lit up her horn, the deep purple glow surrounding both her pen and pad. She prepped both for writing as he began.

"I was a monster...", he began. She quickly jotted down what he said, moving down a line on her paper, getting ready for the next part of his problem. "The things that I did, I regret. The things I didn't, I regret. I regret it all."

She finished scribbling down his last sentence.

"Can you tell me anything specific about her?"

He shook his head, but after some coaxing, he agreed.

"Carol was a great mare, a true gift to Equestria. I, unfortunately, had my moments where in I couldn't see that fact. She gave her all, no matter what she was doing. I, sometimes, just..."

He trailed off, tears forming in his eyes.

"It's alright. This is a safe place. You can tell me all about it, and I won't tell anypony. I promise."

She said the last part with a smile on her face. He inhaled again to calm himself, then continued.

"Sometimes...even though she did everything, I would still...still lose it. I'd come home from work, and when she'd be playing with her daughter, I'd be trying to drown out the day's memories with alcohol. Later on, she'd try to talk to me, and I'd just tell her to shut up."

The tears were now flowing freely down his face, and he tried his best to wipe them away, but it was no use.

"And then, she'd keep trying, and I'd just get so angry that I....I'd....hit her. Not once, but multiple times, just yelling at her to shut her mouth. The next day, she wouldn't talk to me, and I completely understand that, but the hardest part was always explaining the bruises."

He stopped, but she needed to hear more.

"Please, you're doing great. I'm proud of you for doing this."

He knew in his heart that she probably hated him for admitting to hitting his wife, but he knew she wouldn't leave him alone until he finished.

"One day, our daughter asked her about the bruises, and she said, "Sometimes, good ponies do bad things."

His whole body shook as he let out a whimper.

"I didn't get it until now. I thought that, despite marrying me, a wothless sack of shit that hits his wife, she still thought of me as a "good pony". I just can't take it anymore. Knowing that she, the greatest thing that could ever exist, was mine, and I treated her like a piece of shit. I just...just...I don't know what to do..."

She nodded her head, putting the pen and pad down onto the table to her right. She adjusted her position in the chair, shaking her head to get some stray hair out of her face, then began to voice her opinion on the matter.