It has been almost 5 years since I separated from my wife. June 2012:
I should be celebrating father’s day with my kids. Eating my favorite food, with my kids and wife. Laughing. Happy. Smiling. Instead I am packing my stuff, grabbing my shirts, pants, underwear and shoes. Just getting the basics, no one is at home. Wife took kids to mall to get a present knowing that I was leaving home soon. I look at the walls, pictures frames, tile floor, and memories come like rapids water, uncontrollable, too fast to be able to maneuver.
I remember getting married to the most beautiful Mexican petite woman 14 years ago. I remember when my kids were born, I remember painting the walls, taking them to school, going on awesome vacation trips, fun times, family times. Too many memories. I feel sad about my kids, my wife, I feel sorry about myself. I am crying alone, well actually just “Trex” is witness to my miserable feelings. Trex is a small and white malti-poo dog. He follows me every where I go, kids love him. He knows. He is sad too.
How in the hell I ended up in this situation? What happened? What mistakes we made? I made. she made. Why?