Back to My Wife’s 16th Year, Only to Find Her "First Love" Was a Punk
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On our wedding anniversary, my wife slit her wrists in the bathtub, taking her own life to follow her so-called "first love" to the grave.
When I opened her old diary, I was transported back to her 16-year-old self.
And there he was—this so-called "first love"—trying to convince her to tattoo his name on her arm.
I couldn’t hold back my anger. Pulling her behind me, I glared at him.
“You Punk, get lost!”
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My wife, Mia, had been battling severe depression for years. Nothing seemed to bring her joy anymore.
