He needed a way to cope.
I couldn't be there for him, I had to work. It was my job to put food on the table. To make sure we had clothes and had a roof over our heads.
Maybe if I had been there more, I would have been his shoulder to lean on. He wouldn't have met those people.
Their the ones that introduced him to the drugs and got him hooked.
My Jacob. The love of my life. The father of my children. The one who I promised I would be there for; For Better or For Worse.