Destruction and Dragons: A Firsthand Witness Account

I witnessed how his love for two women would ultimately disable and then destroy him, first hand.

I witnessed how his love for them both would never be returned back, first hand.

I witnessed the beginning of his first destruction, when he repeated and then subsequently vowed "to love and to obey" to heart, first hand.

I witnessed how she gave birth to his new insecurities while watching the older ones develop into more firmly entrenched ones, first hand.

I witnessed how she repeatedly broke; beat, battered and brought down his self-esteem, first hand.

I witnessed how her words and abuse left him a mangled mess of frayed nerves, first hand.

I witnessed how she answered his questioning self-doubts by leaving him with no voice or thought of his own, first hand.

I witnessed how he helped her by berating and belittling himself, first hand.

I witnessed how she manipulated, toyed and took advantage of the love he had for her, first hand.

I witnessed how she took the man who loved her, and threw him and his feelings away with not so much of an afterthought, first hand.

I witnessed how the abuse she had inflicted, left him with scars so deep that it prevented him from seeking his true love, and indirectly destroying him again, first hand.

I witnessed his secret love affair from afar, first hand.

I witnessed his longing for her, first hand.

I witnessed his incredible fear of rejection from her, first hand.

I witnessed how second chances would elude him, first hand.

I witnessed through him how cruel life and fate can be, first hand.

I witnessed (even though he was not present) the start of his final and ultimate destruction when I saw the purchase being made, first hand.

I witnessed him in his red bow tie, first hand.

I witnessed his heartbreaking offerings of explanations of why and what ifs, first hand.

I witnessed with him, the singular event that would ultimately destroy him, first hand.

I witnessed as the little color he had in his face drain, first hand.

I witnessed him fight back his tears and blame himself for the lost opportunities, first hand.

I witnessed how one, little, three- letter word destroyed, devastated and killed the man I called my son, first hand.