text: She left again. This time she took my boys with her.. I still don't know what it is I did that was so wrong. All I've done the past month was try to help her kick her habit. The pills were tearing our family apart, and then, just when I thought we were finally getting back to ourselves, out the door she went. I had helped her through the shakes, the sweats, the vomiting, and not to mention what came from the other end. Coming down and detoxing isn't a pretty thing to see first hand, let alone feel. I just wanted my wife back. She said she was just going to visit family a few states over for the upcoming holiday. I should have listened to my gut and never let her leave that day. When i heard that click as the door shut behind them I knew everything would be changed forever. I got the call this morning, shes's not coming back. She says we will alternate weeks with the boys but I know that won't last very long. It will never be enough for her. Nothing ever is. No matter how much time or how much money i spent, it was never enough. Tonight a bottle of Jack is all I have too keep me warm. I miss you so much.... Please come back Author's note: I know this is very short. While it is a work of fiction it was inspired by real events that happened to my brother.