I’m sitting in my truck in a QuikTrip parking lot just losing my mind. My wife, well, I guess soon to be ex, changed the deadbolts on Tuesday while I was at my shift. I have 12 years of life in that house and now I’m living out of a duffle bag at my brother’s place in Marietta.

The worst part is the kids. I had to FaceTime them from a gas station and explain why Daddy isn't home to tuck them in. She’s telling them I "chose" to leave. I feel like I'm being erased from my own life and I have no idea what my rights even are at this point. I'm just tired, man.