I spent the wee hours of 2014 in a cramped bathroom, kneeling in my ex-boyfriend’s vomit after he confessed that all of our friends hated me and that I quote “never loved him”. I then had to undress him, put him to bed, and clean his clothing. The next morning, we broke up. But I had to drive him home in a terrible, post-break up awkward silence. Needless to say, it foreshadowed a rocky 2014.