> When he was 20, he carried me through my divorce. We promised each other a year. I apologized so many times: that I was better than what he was getting, that he got me destroyed. Still, what a year. Later, I tried to take care of him while he was being destroyed, from inside and out. I struggled so hard, but not as hard as he did. I told him, time and again, that this was his 20s. It would be better in his 30s. Jus…
Then go tell that to the murder. I hope the prosecutor burns in hell. Fuck that monkey and all she has ever done.
It is perhaps even more likely that that isn't the case, but don't assume things.