I believe that my late wife was an Angel, sent to guide me out of the pit of self-destruction I had dug for myself.

Really. She was simply too good to be true. What woman will stay with a guy who flips between being too high to do anything, even have a proper conversation, and being aggressive, borderline abusive and constantly unfaithful... What woman takes back a guy who had chosen drugs over her more than once?

But she did. She picked up the pieces time and again. The one thing I am most proud of in my life, is the fact that I pulled myself together enough to be a good husband in the end.
I guess what I'm trying to say
Is whose life is it anyway because livin'
Living is the best revenge
You can play
-- Def Leppard

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