I regret the day July 5th 2003 my wife and I had just divorced and I had our boys for the weekend. We had went swimming earlier in the day and then went back in the house. Our younger boy slipped out of the house and I found him in the pool. To this day I can’t get that picture out of my mind. Instead of my ex wife blaming me she comforted me as my whole family did. We moved back in together and everything was as good as you could want. But I slowly let my guilt consume me and turned to alcohol to cope. She finally got sick of the situation and moved out. I just don’t why some people have to hit rock bottom before they realize what they are throwing away.