I lost my wife and baby in a car accident caused by a drunk driver at my store

I lost my wife and our baby in a car accident, caused by a drunk driver in my shop The story of John

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My name is – let’s say – John and I decided to write my story. It is very difficult for me but I want to tell everyone, that nothing else matters in life than family.

I had one of the biggest nightclubs in Athens, I’m sure you all have been there. Just as big names and lots of money and countless women passed by.

I never thought that I would fall in love and have a family, I thought that I would come back for a lifetime, I was not fixed in one place for a long time, I got bored easily.

Until I met my wife and changed my mind.

Unfortunately, I didn’t change jobs.

My wife worked in a mini market next to my house. I went every afternoon and got my newspaper.

So simple. She was neither a singer, nor a florist, nor did she do any other profession related to mine.

Her name was Zoe. He was a simple man and that won me over. How much he didn’t care about money.

With her I learned about nature trips, camping, fishing and what a day is like and having time for yourself. I had years of enjoying the day, always running, always waking up in the afternoon for the last ten years at least. Zoe taught me to live for me and not for money and very soon I asked her in marriage. We soon did the same with our daughter and I was happy.

Zoe stopped working to take care of the child and because she didn’t need to work anymore. But her complaint was the store. He didn’t want me to work nights now that I was a father, and he was right. But it was not possible to leave the effort of so many years, the effort of my father, in one night. I had to find a buyer, arrange the final procedures, figure out what to do with my life next.

We started arguing, some nights due to arguments I would sleep in the shop and she would come with all her love and together with the baby, she would pick me up from the sofa I had in the small office of the shop and bring me back to our house. On such a night, the bad happened.

In the afternoon of that day, I had left the house and we had discussed the same issue. Because that night in particular we had a premiere, people were slow to leave, it might have been our best night, the store was full, plenty of drink, plenty of money.

That night someone came with whom we were negotiating the store and we shook hands to take it and I could look after my family.

Suddenly at 4 in the morning, Zoe appears with the baby. I happily introduce her to the store’s new buyer and she scowls and tells me that’s what I say every time and make fun of her. There is another fight, she asks me to come home, I refuse and for the first time she leaves without me.

That first time was the last I saw of her.

On the way back, a customer of the store ran into them, blind in his drunkenness and killed them instantly.

Two police officers came to the store, I thought it was for a check.

They told me to go to the hospital together, that something happened to my wife and my child.

Just an hour ago we were talking, I was touching her, I could see her eyes and the little head of our baby and now I recognized them frozen in the morgue.

I had a nervous breakdown. I was hospitalized for months. I won’t even see the store again.

The staff, the singers, even my friends, I didn’t want to see anyone. And I never saw them again.

I never went to the cemetery, I refuse to see them in marble.

I sold the house and went to live permanently in the place where we went on trips, where Zoe changed my life.

I bought a small plot of land, put in a shed, made a garden and changed the number.

I have been living here alone away from everyone for two years now.

I can only stay away from my mistakes.

Money, jobs, obligations never end.

The moments with our people, happiness, family, end.

There to give the weight, there to be.

I wasn’t and I paid dearly for it. If Zoe had not left alone that night with our baby, she would not have been killed.

Or we would all be killed and I would be with them too, I would not be tormented by their guilt and memory.

Don’t spoil your homes, they are the most important thing you have.

I realized now that I don’t have anymore.

John

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