Three — Three

Today is my wife’s birthday. She was killed just over seven years ago. It really sucked. After she died I went off the deep end, and I did a lot of damage on the way down. Not just to myself, either. I permanently scarred my children, destroyed what little we had managed to build as a family, hurt the few family members I still had and burned essentially every bridge with the few friends I had, basically I was like a shitstreak on the underwear of everyone in my life that remained and attempted to help me, or at the very least gave a shit. And I’m still dealing with it.

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