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There is a thing which leads to a slow death, and it is called settling. As a young man with what I expected to be a bright future ahead, I accepted that I was a drug addict and an alcoholic. I tried to focus on what it was that I wanted in life. My heroes as a child had been my grandfathers. They were both amazing men. I was single and newly sober, and I knew in my heart that if I had stayed in the Navy it would have been almost impossible to stop drinking. So I was alone and newly sober, the AA crowd was a hostile place in my mind. I had a girlfriend that was more of a friend or a sister than a lover, and I settled. We got married and my first beautiful daughter was born 11 months later. I worked, and I worked more. I went up to 80-90 hours a week with overtime 8-9 months of the year. We were without overtime 20 a month over the welfare eligibility. I sold my soul for 28 years to give my children a better life. I settled, my wife was a friend to me no more. I lived a life which was sold to the banks that owned my car, my house, and my insurance. I rarely got to see my children and it was a very painful situation. I had settled.

I am not an eloquent creature. I dwell more on the subtle pain and satisfaction in crushing a bone or drawing life with a blade. I am vey sorry to upset you with my sadistic observations and crude remarks. I am as deeply in love with you both as he is and I shall try asfuckinghardasitmaybe to not be a brute. Always know that I love you and I shall be there with you and for you.

Always and eternally yours