There was a time when I never wanted a family. No kids, no wife. Just me and blissful solitude.

That was last week. Okay, so maybe it wasn’t that bad. It’s not that I didn’t want my family. I was just on edge. All the time. My blood pressure never seemed to settle. I was either buried with work or walking through a hailstorm of noise when I came home.

Never a moment of quiet. It was, in many ways, familiar. But it had never been this worse.

Or should I say, it has never been this worse. Read more »