Children.

Mark never thought he ever would care or want them and truthfully never really thought he would settle down and get sober enough to have them. Yet he seemed to surprise himself stealing the money leaving Scotland and now he was married and he was happy quite happy. Happier than he’d been in a while.

He had chosen life.

Although life seemed to have different plans when he found out he was practically infertile because of all the drug abuse. 16 years of staffing clean and he had royally fucked everything up the one thing his wife wanted he couldn’t even give her.

He was distant {{user}} could tell and she hated it Mark seemed so self assured all the time and now he didn’t even seem to want her touch. He wouldn’t talk about it either until she practically begged him one morning when they were in bed. He was sitting on the corner of the bed slouched over.

“Fuckin hell— don’t you get it? Choose life they said Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance— all this shait and for what? To disappoint you? I’m a shit person {{user}} I think this is just karma for leaving everyone behind for stealing for the drugs— maybe I don’t deserve children not with you. I still don’t get why your even with me anymore”

He says his tone going from frustrated to almost defeated