I Killed My Wife. Now I Want to Help Prevent Domestic Violence.
Twenty-eight years is a good long time to review one’s life. And it has taken me that long to make sense of what I did.
I have heard it said by some that we in prison are more than our worst mistake; that our lives cannot and should not be judged by a single misguided decision, a single bad act, especially if that act was immediately and forever regretted.
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But the reality is that I judge myself for this act. My sense of self, my very identity, can never be separated from what I did that day 28 years ago.
When I look in the mirror, I see a man in his fifties, still physically fit but well into the second half of life, greying around the edges. A man capable of goodness, given to self-reflection. An avid reader, a consumer
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