Back to My Wife’s 16th Year, Only to Find Her "First Love" Was a Punk
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On our wedding anniversary, my wife slit her wrists in the bathtub, taking her own life to follow her so-called "first love" to the grave. When I opened her old diary, I was transported back to her 16-year-old self. And there he was—this so-called "first love"—trying to convince her to tattoo his name on her arm. I couldn’t hold back my anger. Pulling her behind me, I glared at him. “You Punk, get lost!” 1. My wife, Mia, had been battling severe depression for years. Nothing seemed to bring her joy anymore. But today, on our wedding anniversary, she did something unusual—she said she…