I don't know what the future holds, but I think the end is near. I can feel it in my gut. I'm no longer afraid but gradually accepting my new reality to come. Either way, I'll be fine. I'm staying home tonight, looking at pictures and thinking of the good memory we shared together as a family. The happiest day of my life was the birth of our daughter, I still remember her first visit to DC, she was only couple of month old. I'm sad that my wife won't give her the opportunity of knowing what a loving family looks like.
I've seen the statistics and the damage this could do to kids. Children from broken families are nearly five times more likely to suffer damaging mental troubles than those whose parents stay together. My goal is to make sure she's not part of the statistics by showing her true love and present for all holidays and birthdays. Few tears and laughter, but I'm ok, compared to two weeks ago. My daughter is my world.
