Okay, I was partially deaf and going blind. I’d given up on my athletic dreams. I hadn’t written in years so why start now. Life dealt me the bad deal. How could it get worse than this?
The worse was yet to come.
I was declared “legally blind” by Social Security and began to receive disability benefits. I did continue to work towards my P.E. degree even though I really had no intentions of using it.
Then, I met Aaron and fell in love. We were married within a year after our first meeting (through a church’s function). We had so many things in common. We loved rock n’ roll especially the 80’s rock and early 90’s alternative music. We both loved sports. He was a soccer fanatic. He not only played in various local leagues, he also coached boys’ soccer teams in the town we’d lived. His dreams were to not only coach kids, he also wanted to be a teacher. He began college to pursue both.
I like to say I was the good wife. I can’t.
I was manipulative. Verbally abusive to him. Why?
Jealous because he was able to play soccer? Resentful because he took me away from my family to live with his own? Bitter because he knew exactly what he wanted to do, and was able to do them? Envious because he made friends wherever he went and I couldn’t?
Name it, and I felt it. Then, I punished him.
I became the psycho-bitch that mothers would warn theirs sons against. And I hated myself for being that way.
I wanted to change. For him.
But, it was too late.
One cold day in March, Aaron was killed in a car accident. He was on his way to pick up our pastor to take to the hospital because he didn’t want to take the ambulance. I decided not to go at the last-minute. Aaron was going too fast when he lost control of the car, and crashed into a dumpster truck. The truck struck the passenger door, and because he wasn’t wearing a seat belt…well, you get the idea.
The heartache I felt that day was unlike I had ever felt before. It was unbearable. And the guilt…
That night I attempted to take my life by overdosing on certain pills, but something stopped me.
How could I be this selfish? To take my life after what Aaron’s and my family have just gone through with his sudden death? I hated myself for the way I’d treated Aaron, but I could not do this to them.
So, I decided to live with the pain and the guilt.