Letter From A Convict - The problems came in buckets

More excuses, more explanations....................

Dear Son,

We denied the charges, of course, and stood strong, in the end we beat the rap. As soon as the trial was over and we won, the I.R.S. slapped an income tax evasion charge against me. No one else, just me. From 9 years before! I posted half million dollar bond, went home, got all you kids, and went to Miami for 5 months for some r & r. And to speak to some friends about a possible "fix" or "out" for my tax problems.

I paid the attorneys 257,000 cash to get me 3 years, instead of 25 years in prison. My depression was out of control. But I never knew what was happening to me. I came home -"f***ed up". I began to drink hard, I never did drink like that before. I couldn't feel any happiness - none. I had to drink to function. It was horrible. No one understood me because of my actions. Of drinking and giving up. I know now, I had mentally hit the bottom. I had horrible guilt about leaving my wife, children and being in prison. I had overwhelming sorrow and self pity. I was helpless, a slave to this new frightening experience, and lost.........so very lost.

"C" did everything for me but the problem was she didn't know what was wrong with me. I think you thought it was her, or the family, but, of course, it wasn't.

Then they found the aneurysm. Two brain surgeries later and I still wasn't right. Back to prison for another bit. Your mom left me, but who could blame her. Sh*t got crazy - I just gave up for years. Came home worst then ever emotionally. I still thought you kids were little kids, but you were grown up. That made it worse, the time loss screwed with my head.

But, now I figured it out. Took me 10 years to understand myself and my problem.

Yours
Dad

Took him 10 years to figure it out? Then why is everything still the same?