Fred Parker picked up the gun and held it to his head, no longer fighting the dark thoughts that enveloped him. "My life is a mess. My marriage is a pretense. Things are never going to change. There's no hope. . . . "
He was starting to squeeze the trigger, when a bloodcurdling scream echoed through the room. Opening his eyes, he saw his wife looking on in horror. Carole, too, felt trapped and miserable in their marriage, seeing no way out unless Fred died first. But she had never wished him dead, never wanted him to go like this.
Fred put down his gun. Suicide would have to wait another day.
A Marriage Flounders. Fred and Carole were very much in love when they got married. They moved into a beautiful home. When their two children were born, Carole was happy to be a stay-at-home mom.
Fred helped run the family business—a farm that grew potatoes for a large snack food company. With his father and two brothers, he planted, harvested, kept the books, and experimented with seed varieties…
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