After years of playing my odds, pushing boundaries, and doing as I pleased, all my sins have caught up to me. My marriage is ripped apart, and my beautiful baby girl no longer looks at me the same. Cringing at my touch, I find myself helpless for the first time, unsure how to react or change any circumstances.

So, I give in to the confusion and become a stranger, a monster, someone I am so ashamed of, I have to destroy any reflective surface in the house, just to avoid my own image.

My utopia is destroyed, and I have no one to blame but myself. Everything comes back around, and now I am stuck in purgatory forever with no happiness in sight and the only person left who loves me, makes me sick with shame. This is the hell I deserve.