my wife had the movers show up at 8am and they were packed and ready to go by 945am. my son was very upset and so was I. my wife even said this was the worst day of her life but i had hurt her so badly that this didn't hurt as it should.
she's blamed me for so many things and despite my apologies and changes of behavior she continued to assert that i wasn't taking responsibility for my actions.
now... i'm all alone. the last bit of my family is gone. my son is gone and my wife along with him. the house is empty except for my belongings and some things that, i think, she's coming back to pick up later.
i have hardly been able to stop crying today, the tears are simply flowing and flowing... she promised and she broke them all; her sacred vow to me and her promise not to take my son.
i feel ruined. i feel like there's no point to anything, no reason to fight any longer, no feeling of joy or happiness just a gaping maw of black sadness where my spark of life used to be.
today my family was destroyed and i along with it.
