I have struggled with the desire to know why he took her away from her family, from her husband, and, most selfishly, from me. I never found the answer to my question, but I wasn't looking for it either. Instead of remaining faithful, I became hateful. After that, I started to feel resentful towards my own family. I hated how my father was too busy providing for us physically and never had time to provide for us emotionally. I hated my mother for her illness and the fact that she could never spend time with me because she was bedridden. I had contempt for my brothers and their lack of respect for the reality of what had happened. I pushed my friends away because I thought they didn't understand and had abandoned me in my darkest hour. It wouldn't be long before those relationships were all but severed from my life, and I would find myself all alone in my own mind, inside a prison of resentment and fury that I had created for myself..