By the time I walked out of my father's office, I felt like a man whose heart had been ripped out of him, I felt lifeless, empty even. I didn't see a need to keep going. I just wanted to die.
I thought I was in control of the situation, I thought I had a hold of everything but…but he won this one.
I was in a tight fit with nowhere to move, I was blocked, he blocked me and there was no escape. A kind of pain that I've never experienced before shot through my chest. It wasn't physical pain, I didn't even feel this way when my brother died, I felt pain, anger, guilt but none of them compared to the one I was feeling right now. I felt like the very essence of my life was taken away from me.
My vision blurred as I opened my car door and got in. I couldn't hold in the tears, I let them fall
