Watched my Babygirl graduate from University today only a few weeks after my wife decided prescription drugs and booze were more important than our 25 year marriage. I hated sitting there and hearing my wife’s family cheering for my daughter from a section or two away. Separate pictures. Separate dinners. Leaves me feeling kind of empty. I can acknowledge that my wife had a hand in raising a wonderful girl but I’m a long way from over the hell she has put us all through the last 2 years and pissed at how quickly the community latches on to everyone’s favorite narrative of the beleaguered wife escaping the abusive husband. At least I’m not bitter.