After nearly 18 years of marriage, he got up and walked away, all for a woman named "Didi."
Now all that is left is a bleeding family, some broken hearts, and a world of hurt.
When everything seemed so perfect it is impossible to understand how things went so terribly wrong.
I will never again hear him call up the stairs to his loving wife, or feel like his second daughter in their home.
So for now, the neighbor girl stands and watches what she knew so well fall apart while being forever pulled away to see what her future holds.
Two years ago I left them, but as I leave for college, the memory of that second home will never leave me.
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