From a Man to a Bitch

My wife Mary and I had married young.  She was 19 and I was 20.  We had our two kids in the first two years of marriage.  I being a fairly small guy had what they call a small man complex.  I was determined to be the king of my castle.  As a result I was a tyrant to Mary and my son and daughter.  When both kids were in school, Mary went to school and got her cosmetology license. As young kids they feared me and as teenagers they resented me.  I forced them to leave and be on their own as soon as each reached the age of 18.  They kept in touch with Mary but never wrote or called me.  Not even on my birthday or at Christmas. While Mary was stuck raising our kids, I hung out in bars after work and cheated on her with any bimbo who would have me.  I did work hard as a carpenter and did as much overtime work as I could get.  I paid off my house in only 15 years and when I needed a new pickup I could pay cash for it.  My wife and kids were well fed and clothed and I felt they should be grateful for that.  They owed me for everything they got. Then one day disaster struck.  I was standing on a two by four while trying to nail a roof truss in place on a two story house we were building when I slipped and fell.  I fell 10 feet landing on a two by four on what would be the ceiling of the first floor.  I painfully had landed with one leg on either side of the board and blacked out from the pain.  Unconscious I then slid off and fell another 1 feet to the floor [...]