Source: Reddit
Six years ago I felt like I was on the right path. I was engaged to a beautiful young woman. We had a 6 month old set of twins. We just bought our first house. I was happy. She wasn’t.
One day she told me she regretted everything. She didn’t want to settle down and raise a family. That it “wasn’t fair” and she “didn’t get to live her own life”. I was hurt, angry, resentful. I told her she can leave if she wants and I’ll raise the kids myself. She did, and I did.
It was rough. I stopped drinking and having a social life. I worked six days a week to pay the bills. I depended on my family a lot to help me take care of the kids. Once they were old enough to attend school, daycare costs were no longer an issue. I had advanced in my career and made enough money to provide for them. Things got better.
She had a harder time. Within a year she was homeless. She had a drug problem. She lived out of motels and did sex work to get by. She went to jail a few times each year. I begged her to come home. Her parents did the same. She was too proud to accept anyones help. She chose to walk her own path.
A few weeks ago she sent me a friend request. I’m guessing she was curious how her kids were. I was still resentful of her and ignored it.
Yesterday I found out she died.
Saturday morning she was found dead in a motel room. Overdosed on fentanyl.
I spent an hour on the phone with her mother. I told her how much my daughter reminds me of her mom. I asked advice on how to raise her. She said she wants to see them again. She hasn’t seen them since they were babies.
I’m heartbroken. I don’t know how to process this whole situation. I’ve cried a lot the past 24 hours. I needed to get this off my chest.
