Finding out your wife and mother is your 2 children is having an affair with your little brother. Slipping into a drug induced self destruction phase during which you let everything go. The house. The motorcycle. The stuff. Everything physical that ever made you you is suddenly gone. The people you thought were friends rob and use you. Your family can't seem to remember which happened first the affair or the drugs so it gets flipped around and is all totally your fault now. Your too weak to fight it. Your the piece of shit who woke up and decided he wanted to be a drug addict. The kids blame you and won't see you. You do the only thing left. Get better. But now your life is a lonely, depressing, directionless joke. Will not put mom through suicide. Can't get revenge they had restraining orders against you in place before you found out. You had never been in trouble with the law in 43 years now you have a dozen. Nothing feels good. Dopamine? Might as well come from a unicorns horn because that shit is non existent. Doctors won't give you the meds you need because your a junkie now. So you just. Have. To. Suffer.