The morning after completing a 2,500 mile trip to see my father, who had been diagnosed with cancer and given 6 months to live, she told me we needed to talk. She said she thought she could do better by herself. I married her after she got pregnant overseas in the military. I asked her if she thought of it all on her own. No, she said, the people at work helped her figure it out.

—jp

Aftermath: I left, right then to take care of dad. And, 26 yrs later she still blames me for everything that went wrong in her life (plenty). She is as big as a house and mean as a snake now.  I have peace and serenity.

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