Morning all. Not good, just morning. Tomorrow I should be divorced. We fought this morning, argued, shouted. I told her I wish I never got my inheritance. That I wish I were dead every minute since she said and filed for divorce. I regret our fight. I am sorry and can't tell or show her. I am loathsome and my returning to the Church is fake. Only God and Jesus know for sure. I only know despite all this I love her.
Started digging faster and faster.
Not feeling good about myself right now...
H (me) 56 ; W 54 ; M 32 ; D 32 ; D 30 ; S 21 ; Grandkids: 12, 11, 10, 8, 1