Don't Tell Nobody But God

How did it come to this? I have nobody to blame but me. I ignored all the warning signs and made excuse after excuse, just to postpone the inevitable. I couldn't bear the thought of destroying our family, seeing I break apart, crumble into little pieces of hopelessness and despair. John’s pathetic attempts to justify his drinking, deny his guilt and insecurities, and my willingness to accept his abuse and keep our dirty little secrets quiet, have led to this tragedy. There’s no longer any hope of salvaging our marriage, our standing in the community, his political career. It’s too late! Alexis has been hospitalized for nearly six months now. She’s been in a coma all this time. Dr. Johnson, her treating physician, has just informed me that everything that can be done has been done. He said it’s time to make a decision about disconnecting the life support system that’s kept her going up to this point. So, my moment of truth has finally arrived. I know what I've got to do now, and there’s no looking back. All of our close family members and friends are here, at the hospital, to say goodbye to Alexis. My heart is breaking, my conscience is screaming, but my mind is made up. It’s time for the curtain to fall on our little family drama. It’s way past time for the villain to be exposed and done away with, and I know exactly the right weapon to use, no matter how high the price.