Once upon a time, I had a family. A wife and 2 kids. My daughter was on the honor roll, she was 8 years old. Her favorite things in life was her Barbie and episodes of Sailor Moon. My son was 3. He liked fire trucks and always told me he would be a fireman when he grows up. My wife was a beautiful Romanian chick. I met her at a art gallery in San Francisco and we fell in love........
8 years ago my wife took our kids to the county fair. I didnt go because I had a fever. As I layed in bed watching re runs of MASH, I got a call from the police. They told me that my family had been in a tragic car accident. All of them dead....all of them gone from my life...
I was very depressed for along time...my future looked bleek..I tried committing suicide by popping a bottle of aspirin..but now I'm ok..
I'm not looking for any sympathy..just giving my coli fam a heads up on why I act the way I do..
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