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[I'm still getting used to this, I don't think my last update worked, so sorry. Just another thing to apologise for, I suppose.]
Alex has divorced me. She will no longer put up with me. I only wish I could do the same. I can no longer put up with myself.
Why did I do it?
I just wanted to feel again - feel something. For two years, this numb emptiness has been eating away at me, and the only time I felt alive was when I drank. When I could forget. Now I feel. I feel disgust.
It's a field day for the Danish press, and I know I deserve it. They won't leave me alone - not even on Nikolai's first day of school. The front cover of every tabloid has news of "the party prince" and condemning evidence of my atrocious behaviour. Drinking, partying, seventeen year old girls...
Alex, I'm so sorry. Can I have another chance?