Well the decision has been made. For better or worse, that's what the marriage vows say right? I am going home. I am excited, scared, happy and sad all at the same time. I have been seperated from my wife and kids for the past 11 months. Alcoholism and all that goes with that disease, did it's worst. But now, now I have a chance to be reunited with my family. The alternative is to continue the fight alone. To continue to struggle daily with my problems by myself, and to hope that a relationship with a woman 500 miles away might one day work. I have been married for 20 years. In October we will celebrate our 21st year. This chance, this opportunity, this Blessing, has had to come from God. And I will not screw this up. I realized that I still love my wife and have always loved my kids and even my poor old dog, and I don't want to live another day alone. And so....I am coming home. The source of my worst parts of my depression, and sucidal ideations and attempts, the source of the worst parts of my life, was the realization that I threw away my family. Now....we are going to again be whole.