I Ruined His Life
Nine months after our wedding day I started getting sick. It wasn't a baby. It was juvenile diabetes. I love you for helping me through this and for staying with me but today, nine years later, I wish more than anything that we had never met. I can see in your eyes that I ruined your dreams. Because of me, because of my illness you will never be a father, never be free from debt, never own a house with a white picket fence. Why did you have to insist that I see a doctor? Why couldn't you have just let it go? Why didn't you let me go?