I spent the last 2 years trying to move on and start over after leaving my ex. The pain and quilt I felt for him was sometimes very overwhelming. At times I hated what he had done and what he had become, a drug addict. Other times I felt sorry for him and felt I let him down and didn't try enough to help him, even though I spent the last 3 years of our marriage trying to help him. In those 3 years he had tried killing himself many times.
He has spent the last 7 months in prison awaiting his destiny. He decided his own destiny. Well last night he finally succeeded, he took his life in his own hands. He's no longer suffering, but what about the rest of that are left here especially his daughter.
Not really sure how or what to feel right now. Just kind of feeling numb.
