Well, this is it. This is what Wade Wilson would refer to as "the regularly scheduled program." I lost my Vanessa. Unfortunately I can't get her back by throwing on a red mask and murdering assholes. It was my decision. I don't regret it, I just feel like shit. She's been going through some stuff and unfortunately I took on as much of the weight as her on my shoulders and I couldn't take it... now she's gone... no more good morning messages or goodnight wishes. 7 days from our one year... I guess I've hit my hell beyond hell. Where do you go from here?