The Real Question is When

Why did I become the villain? It's more a question of when. I can never really decide when I took my first step down the "wrong path".

Maybe it was the first visit to the hospital. Maybe it was the fights over phone calls with the insurance company. Maybe it was when I had to turn to strangers on the internet for help.

I can't lie when I say I did things I shouldn't have done, but it was worth the risk. The hospital didn't care about her, and the money I had wouldn't ever be enough. So I took a risk. And I got away with it. The IRS has greater worries than a single life, despite the fact that it should.

But that risk was worthless because she still left. All of the money in the world wouldn't be enough to save her. I know they'd told me that from the beginning, but I've always been a foolish person, full of foolish hope.

Money was said to fix anything. But apparently, Death doesn't take bribes.

Cambi J.M.

(This isn't a story from my life, but it might someone else's)