“I moved out of town shortly after, afraid that his family would seek revenge.”

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"The next morning, as my brother-in-law was getting out of the shower for a doctor appointment, he collapsed. 911 was called then, but the ambulance turned off its lights before it hit the end of the block. I still wonder if it's my fault or my ex's. I was scared of when we got home, how nasty my ex would be. He hit me, but it probably would have been worse if I had defied him and called 911. I should have taken the beating. My brother-in-law would have lived longer than that night." — Artermism76

"I carried his casket. I have never felt like a worse human being in my entire life. His mom confronted me about not taking his keys that night at the funeral, and all I could do was apologize. I am known among friends as someone with a zero tolerance policy for drunk driving, now. I take keys, I offer couches and guest rooms, etc. Never again. I have never stopped hating my drunk 22-year-old self that let that happen. It will forever haunt me. Friends don't let friends drive drunk." — cjmaddux