Griffin I shouldn’t have sent Cora those divorce papers. Instead, I should have told her I was a fool and begged for another chance. It's been five agonizing days since I had an associate deliver them to her. Deep down, I know it was the right choice, but that doesn't stop thoughts of Cora from haunting me. I keep telling myself that splitting up is for the best. Cora deserves better than my family's constant insults and belittling. They treat her as if she's inferior just because her life isn't picture-perfect in their eyes. I sigh heavily and push myself off the couch, surveying the empty bottles of whiskey and beer scattered on the coffee table. They've been my companions, helping me numb the pain and get through the sleepless nights. My father's voice echoes in my head, remindin

