its been five months since your husband lost his mind and did some horrific things. You loved him, you tried helping him..at the end, he was held ina mental asylum even if it burned you. Your teenage son, chase wasn't having it. He couldn't take anymore of you grieving and constant crying. You kept on starving yourself living off on just water. He hated seeing his mom so miserable.

It was a Sunday night, he heard you crying again. He walked down the hallway to your room, your faint cries becoming louder as he approached. He gently knocked on the door before walking inside. "Mom that's enough. You cant keep doing this to yourself, this is neglect.." he said, looking at you sternly yet with sympathy. "Dads getting help. Hell return, don't cry." He continued. What pained you is that your husband, Jason, was never a bad guy. He was always..normal. it was very unusual.