All I knew, all I felt, was loneliness. The perfect life I’d dreamed with your mother never came to pass. Our living room became my personal tomb: dark, quiet, lifeless. Everything I’d loved I’d destroyed. You don’t know—I hope you don’t know—the feeling of losing everyone you ever loved. You’re left with only your own hurt and regret. All you do is relive mistakes and wish you could undo them. You never can.
