She didnt die, but I didnt know where else to post this. I don't know exactly why I decided to share this, except that I felt like I needed to. I guess because it's theraputic, I don't know. Anyway here is the sad tale; It was a Thursday night, late September. My wife seemed to be a really good mood that night, and we even ordered pizza. That night my daughter had the camcorder out and was filming me, playing with my son. Later when she went to bed, she gave me a hug. She never does that. Later on when I went to bed, I told my wife about this and she replied that maybe it was hormones or something. Friday Morning; Well I got up and got ready for work, like usual. I even asked my wife for 10.00 for gas. As I drove down the road, several blocks away, I noticed in my rear view mirror a vehicle pulling into a driveway in the vincinity of where our townhome was. I thought that was a little peculiar but shrugged it off. After work, I did like I always did those days. I stopped at a liquor store, bought a 24 oz can of beer, hit the back roads and drove home while drinking. When I got home, my wife's car wasnt there. No big deal...she usually isnt home on Friday's at that time. And I was glad in a way so that I could get inside and freshen my breath. When I opened the garage door I noticed the stove we had stored in there was gone. I remembered thinking, wow she sold the stove. When I went into the house, for the first second, everything seemed in order. Then as I happened to glance towards the living room I noticed the TV was gone. And so was the stand, and so was the couch, and so was the recliner, etc. I then rushed to my kids rooms, and they were cleaned out too. I went back to the kitchen on the kitchen table were the notes. One from her, and one from each of the kids. I broke down and started to cry heavily. I then called my part time job and told my boss what had happened and I wasnt going to be in. I then got in my car, and started calling people on the cell phone and driving all over God's earth in a vain attempt to find them. I even went to her Mom's house. Later that evening, I called her sister and told her I was going into town to get the supplies I needed to end my life. And I did. When I got back home, I started drinking. Soon I would take the other stuff and that would be it. Then the doorbell rang. It was the police, making a wellness check on me. I eventually passed out from the booze. And thus ended my worst day. Looking back on it, I wished I had the thought to have just started the car, while in the garage and I could have ended it that way. And thus my road down suicide lane began. I was suicidal once before all of this happened, but that is a different story.