There are times when you don't belong and you think you're
going to kill yourself. Once I went to a hotel. That night...later that
night, I made a plan. Plan was, I would leave my family when my second
child was born. And that's what I did. Got up one morning, made breakfast,
went to the bus stop, got on a bus. I'd left a note. I got a job in a
library in Canada. It would be wonderful to say you regretted it. It would
be easy. But what does it mean? What does it mean to regret when you have
no choice? It's what you can bear. There it is. No one is going to forgive
me. It was death. I chose life.
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