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Rock Bottom


Her rock bottom was curled up on the dining room floor, crying. She spent months picking out the paint color for that room. This was the room she spent the night pacing back and forth in, going through his phone, discovering text messages. Multiple affairs. An entire secret life she knew nothing about. Discovering that her whole life was a lie.


She had an engagement ring on her finger, right next to the finger that he broke. She had no job and no money. Every night she ran to her son’s bedroom to hide when he stumbled home drunk at 3AM. She pretended to be asleep. She slept on the floor. Like a dog.


She knew her life had to change. That her whole life was a lie. She knew she had to leave, but carefully. She waited until he went to sleep every night to take pictures of empty liquor bottles and prescription drugs. She did this to protect her son. She did this for six months.

Her phone was a compilation of pictures. Her children. Her laughter, love and happiness.


And his screen shots. Sexting. Vodka. Pills and lies. And that was her rock bottom. Curled up on the dining room floor.


His rock bottom included a machete, a baseball bat, and a bus stop.


He was working midnights. His license had been revoked. His grandma picked him up from work that morning with his daughter, who had spent the night at Grandma’s house. Together they drove to the bus stop for school. The bus stop was two houses down the road from home.


There was a strange car in the driveway. It was parked next to his wife’s car.

He was seeing red.


Next thing he knew he was inside the house. All he remembers is that there was a man in his bedroom putting his clothes back on, apologizing. A man he had never met. His wife was yelling at him to get out of the house. His house. He took the machete off the wall and started swinging. He didn’t even know what he was swinging at.


Still seeing red. He knew he had to get out of there or he would kill them both. There was a baseball bat lying by the front door. He took it and walked out of the house. He could barely breathe. He took the bat to the imposter’s car. He busted out all four windows and started walking away.


The police came and picked him up a few moments later. They charged him with felonious assault and malicious destruction of property. That was his rock bottom. Alone in a jail cell. Knowing that his whole life was a lie. That everything was about to change.

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