When I came home I will be the first
one to admit the accident ruined
my first marriage.
My ex-wife would have to
drive me to all these surgeries,
at IWK and back and forth it took its toll
and I fought not that I was inheritably
an asshole, but it was very difficult to
keep a positive outlook on life when you
have surgery after surgery after surgery.
I became agoraphobic. I didn’t leave
the house for three years.
Three whole years. Even brushing my
teeth was a task.
I didn't go to the gym, you know what I
mean? For me being into that world
I didn’t go train, I didn’t do anything.
So it led to where it was difficult and
I feel sorry for my ex-wife.
I love her to death,
she’s still a good friend.
The only good thing that happened
from that tour was that my son was born.
He was born a year later.
So everything for a reason, right?