Diary of a Fool

**Posted:** Tue Sep 26, 2006 1:11 pm

Have to hand over the keys to the old homestead by Saturday it was home to the wife and I and our son (rather large black cat). We lived there for just shy of 8 yrs most of them happy at least from my perspective can't speak for my wife or the cat. I think the cat was happy there up until he died (will be two yrs in late Jan) I never really got over his death which became a problem between us. We weren’t able to have children due to medical reasons, which I thought I had made piece with. So he was our surrogate little boy he meant as much to me as if he was my own more in fact I think. The wife tried hard to keep a good home always some pretty to look at when I came home from work. I used to love the days when she was off during the week, she would clean the house and make dinner. The house always smelt so good either from her cooking or from the scented candles. It was always a treat to walk in the front door and they both would be waiting for dad (me) to come home, one on the couch and the other on the dinning room table. [size=18]Why did it have to go so wrong?[/size]