It was so unfair that on my days off I had to cook, clean and do laundry, while you just sat there.
What went wrong?
Where was the man I married,
the man who said he would take care of me, the man that I fell in love with 24 years ago? Did we start to take each other for granted? Did we forget how to love?
Has our life just become a ritual and we just didn't care any more? No I wasn't buying it.
Something had to change. I wasn't going to stand by and watch you slowly kill yourself.
You gave up on life, but life didn't give up on you. I just couldn't live with you any more. I wanted my freedom, and if I was going to do it alone I wanted to be alone, so I left on Oct 29th 2001.
