I can't help but contemplate the decisions that have led me to this point in my life.
With my first wife we were young and liked to party. We got married and had two kids. When they were 2 and 4 she just up and left us. Times were TOUGH. By the time I had us in a position where we weren't bordering on homelessness I had pretty much sold everything in the house since I refused to accept any kind of public assistance. But we did it and I vowed I would never be put in that position again.
There were times when I worked two jobs, sold plasma (blood), and went to college in the evening to get my career where it needed to be so I could supply my family with a stable life.
When I met my current wife she didn't drink and I don't drink. I still don't know why it started or how I left it spiral out of control like this or how I could let this happen to my family.