Things, for lack of a better word, have not been well. A year ago, I met the woman of my dream, an angel, true beauty. We were married and the wine began to flow. I’d find myself needing to leave bars, having put down more whisky and xanax than any normal man should. One night, while in a drunken rage, I did the unspeakable, a slapped that beautiful woman. The look of sadness and pain in her eyes is still etched in my brain. I was arrested and sentences to some alcohol classes. The drinking worsened to the point that we started staying apart several nights a week. Several months later, I recieved 2 DUI’s in 2 days in 2 states. I was off to rehab and life seemed better. However,returning, I could sense a distance, the love in her eyes was replaced by pity. Lonliness set in, and never left… Yesterday afternoon, I knew she wouldn’t be home, decided to drink again. I came to to shrieks. I had slashed my wrists repeatedly and drank so much, I passed out, the alcohol allowing te blood to flow free. I was taken to the hospital where I registered a .50 on a breath test, 6+ times the legal limit. I’m sewn up, but I see the looks of disappointment on the faces of all those around. The thought of my wife finding me in a three foot pool of blood is too much to take. I’m overwhelmed by sadness and guilt, lonely and in tears constantly. I’m a mess. I’ve burned every bridge I’ve had and at my rope’s end. Thanks for letting me share.