I worked 9 to 5 and many hours before as well as past to provide for my “loved ones”. Was a Coach for the local football team, scoutmaster and an assistant at the Soup Kitchen. I was a friend to many friends as well so how did it get beyond these steel doors? It was basically water torture replaced with insidious painful words day after day night after night. The build up led to this explosion and now everything I did before is swiped away in an instant. One moment of rage led to this journey far from the path I had planned to travel.
FOOTNOTE- How many stories end up this way?