It's Too Late Part 2
The Conclusion
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It's Too Late Part 1
The continuous and aggravating noise from the alarm from my cell phone buzzes in my head as I wake up this morning. I look at my phone and see it is eight o’clock on this summer day. I'm still feeling a bit disoriented as my body might be fully conscious, but my brain hasn't quite woken.
Part 2
Several hours later my eyelids pry open, and I lift my head up and feel groggy. I have not moved from the position that I had laid down in. A slight headache penetrates my brain but not too painful to where I am still able and willing to take another drink of wine as I reach for the bottle sitting at the nightstand by the bed.
Methodically, I stand back up and look at myself naked in the mirror. I hate what I see. Self-loathing to myself and thinking that I never deserved to have Ashley or the kids in the first place and now I have lost them forever.
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