I don’t know what the f**k to do. I don’t know what the f**k to do! I’m about to lose my goddamn mind with this whole thing. It’s becoming too much and I don’t know how much more I can take. I can go overseas and fight the bastards over there without blinking an eye. I’ve killed people just because I was told to without a second thought, but the moment anything happens that involves my family, I lose my goddamn mind.
I sat on the couch in the living room in complete and utter silence. Everything was running through my head. It was pounding, a headache was coming on, so I went to the kitchen and took some medicine to fight it. Today was terrible and I don’t know where I went wrong.
Am I that terrible of a person? Am I that terrible of a father?
We pulled the four kids and Sasha into the
