Barbara's Story

Where do I begin to tell my story?

The day I left was a normal day at work, but my mind kept going back and forth from the store to you.
I kept seeing you sitting in front of the tv, drinking your beer, and playing on the internet without a care in the world.
I knew that something had to be done, and that I couldn't keep going like this for the rest of my life.
It was so unfair.

I kept praying to God that something would change.
Praying that you would open your eyes and remember me, and that I was your wife, not your mother. But things just got worse.

On Jan 5th 2002 Bill checked into rehab and hasn't had a drink in 7 years and we our happier then we have ever been.

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