The Art Of Torture, chapter 1

Dearest Billie,

As you probably have noticed... I haven't been answering the phone, and now you come home from six months of touring, and find me gone. I left... for good. Billie I am sorry to do this to you but...I just...couldn't take it. You and your tours seemed more important then I would ever be, and as you go on thinking I haven't seen those videos from your tours...I have. Every little clip, every show, and every interview I read about and watch. I see you kiss men, stare at them with lust filled eyes, and I've come to a realization...maybe you don't like women, as everyone thinks you do. Maybe both? Well, I don't know. But one thing I do know...is that I don't like how you think I know nothing about your other life...the one where your some major rock star, a god to millions, but Billie, I cannot be with you anymore...I just...can't.

For months I've been trying to find out, what have I done for this type of torture? I have taken Joey; I don't want him with an influence as yourself. He will be much better without an alcoholic, drug addict, immature, man as a father. I am really sorry about this Billie Joe. This is my goodbye to you, forever. Don't try finding me; because we would never have what we used to have...I love you Billie Joe, with all my heart, and I will always have a place in my heart, that has you in it...all that makes me leave you, is that you just can't seem to find a place in your heart...for me.

I will love you forever, Adie...

She took everything I once had that day. All I wanted to do then, was to fucking hang myself, but I couldn't...I couldn't give up on all my friends, my family...they didn't deserve it.

I didn't tell anybody about my wife leaving me, hell how embarrassing would that be? All my fans knowing the so-called 'God' was left to sulk in his own misery by his wife, who he was head over heals for.

From then on, I was never the same. I never was sane again. I was loosing my mind, and look where I am now! I'm on 3 anti-depressants, and every day, see a therapist. I realized, how one little tweak in your life, can kill you faster than you can even fucking speak.