I pushed it a bit too fast so I made myself extra miserable and put my life in jeopardy. I wanted a different life so bad and was a plain dumb. At that point I’ve always said eh, it won’t happen to me, I’ll be fine.
I don’t wish a 3 year withdrawal on anyone, even my worst enemy. I’m just happy I’m still married and my only child still likes me. I put them through fucking hell. I wish I could take a mulligan there. More than anything.