I was on a destructive path, mad with grief. I alienated friends and family, and even neglected my son. In the end, it took my mother Augustine’s wo...ds of wisdom to put me back on the right path. My wife Janet was dead. Nothing I could do to her killers would bring her back. However, she would be in deep sorrow if she could see the man I had become. A man who lost himself in the pursuit of vengeance and neglected his family and responsibilities. Such a man was not the stalwart individual Janet. When you read it, you will know why. I am Beth. First let me describe myself and set the background for what happened. Rick and I had been married only about two years. Rick had started acting funny toward me, things like ignoring me when I was clearly sending signals I wanted to have sex! I knew something was wrong. It took several weeks to determine that he had developed an interest in a co-worker; a young brunette that I thought was a chubby little bitch! Well, she did have big tits, but. Just when she took out the 2000 rupees note, I rushed into the room and shouted at her for stealing the money.Caught redhanded, she started crying and requested me to not tell anyone as she was in debt due to her husband spending the entire savings for his drinks. Her husband even took the money she took as a loan to pay her kid’s school fees and she was badly in need of money.I asked her why she didn’t ask if she needed money and why stole.I threatened to call the cops and she started crying. I had told Amanda that I was going the weekend before Memorial Day to enjoy the peace and quiet before the beaches became packed with vacationers.I had converted an old horse trailer into a camper. It had a queen-size bed over the gooseneck and I had installed a stove, sink, john, and a shower. It wasn't a high-dollar travel trailer, but it had everything I needed.After setting up camp, I decided to take a walk along the beach. One, to find out if the fish were biting, and two, to see what.