I feel what you going through because i am in a place you have been. I know your pain... I know the draining emotional battles you had been plagued with. I wish i could gather your strength... you had become so tired, so full of hate and remorse Your kids they mean the world to you, yet you had felt that you were being unjust to them. That what they saw each day each night was unnatural. Children should not be witness to things like that, yet in our rage we often forget about them, listening, watching, grieving over moments that seem forever lasting I know, I have, and I am walking the path I hope I find the courage to do it for the sake of my own However, i will never leave them behind, i will take them with me. I am sure that in your case there was not many options. But in mine there is and always will be. This poem is beautiful