I was about to go to bed and I couldn’t stop myself so I read the documents with the lies that got me fired from the only job I’ve ever been proud of last August. Those lies took away the only reason I’ve ever had to feel proud of myself, they took food out of my child’s mouth, and they damn near destroyed my marriage. They drove me to self harm and very nearly to alcoholism. Literally the only reason I haven’t killed myself is that I know that my 3 year old daughter needs her daddy. The other people who love me are adults who are responsible for their own lives, so it’s cruel and selfish for them to want me to go on living just for the sake of making them happy. No matter what I do from this point forward, no matter what I accomplish, I will never be more than a broken shell of what could have been. My wife and daughter deserve a real man, not a broken shell.