I couldn't take the arguments anymore, nor the pills that helped me fight the stress. I was simply over it; angst, fear, tears, catatonic living. So I left with nothing but two hundred thiry-six dollars and twenty two cents for a bus ride to Canada where nobody knows me and I could die in peace. Renee would be fine in time and Charlie, well Charlie hopefully wouldn't look wasn't my finest decision or a great moment of clarity but it was the epiphany that saved me the guilt of knowing one of my parental children would find me hanging from the closet. I ignored the niggling feeling that I was being selfish and thought, isn't it my turn.