Last night was long and torturous.
The end of my life kept playing over in my mind in agonizing circles, and no matter which way I looked at it, they all came to the same conclusion…it is over. What was Clayton Jackson has now met a certain fate. The man behind the Marine, the father, the husband…he has come in from the long haul, and his life will from here on not exist.
So as I find myself standing in the kitchen, which would be the last time that I see these four walls, I wish that just for once, I had a little more sense in this thick head. In that room lays the love of my life with my unborn child, and I am losing it all for the way I acted; I believed that it was the only way to protect my family.
Well…I was wrong.
And with that thought, I drop two sugars in her tea and make my way back to the room.
"Morning, boo."
"Hey, soldier," she reaches out and gently takes my hand, "Did you get any sleep last night?"
"Was it that obvious?"