The same horribleenvironment continuing to get on top of me. I'm sure people go throughworse, but in the middle of it, looking out, I didn't understan... howbadly I was being affected. I would go home in bad moods, spend my longdrive trying to detox from a toxic workplace. I would snap at my family,who I dearly loved and wanted to embrace.Finally, cracks appeared and instead of foolishly trying to protect mywife from what was happening as I had been, I finally opened up about howI was feeling. Of. ”“After all these years, don't you ever think about me?” “Of course I think about you. You're a beautiful woman. But I know nothing can ever come of it. I think we should discuss something else.”“I sense that you want to caress more than my feet.”“We can't go there.” I was taken back by her bold statement. The more we talked, the more attractive she became. There was an epic battle going on within me. I couldn't put my marriage and friendship in jeopardy. I was paralyzed— unable to move because. "She did and sat down at the table. "Kevin, what's the matter?" she asked. "Is there a problem?" Yes," I said solemnly, "Nicola, we've lived together for two months, and I'm sorry, I've realised that I can't go on like this." I don't understand," she was getting upset."It's been very nice, Nicola," I said with a frown, "but I'm afraid it's just not been enough for me." But we've been so happy together?" Tears were beginning to form in her eyes. "You've never said anything before." Well, it's. They only become ‘Ashes’ if you pound them up with the end of a 2X4 in a bucket. If you’re real lucky you’ll have a cremains processor, kind of a Cuisinart for bones. I bagged the bits up to be stored for burial later when they would join a casket in a grave in our ‘Potter’s Field’, or Welfare section. Again I uttered a silent prayer for the little girl whose leg was taken from her. I suddenly realized that I was not hearing the low roar of the chimney turbine, and went to check on it. Sure.