It came as an utter shock to me when my son chose his mother over me. I almost cried but didn't. Because my sadness was overpowered by my anger. Anger at the world that let this happen to me. Anger at the fact that the very country I served let this happen to me. I left the courthouse angry and defeated. But as I slammed my car shut, my anger melted into sadness as I realized: however much I blame the world for my situation, at the end of the day I'm the sufferer. By the time I reached home, I had no reason to live.
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The Promise
Short StoryThe tiring journey of a retired military veteran through life's harshest challenges that ends with a past catching up.
