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My ex-wife and I have a daughter together, and adopted our son together. When we were going through our separation, I found myself lost and miserable. I got so mad one day from everything spiralling out of my control that I punched some concrete in a moment of overwhelming emotion. That caused me to break my 5th metacarpal in my right hand… my working hand… my games hand. The hand that I held and carried my children to bed with. The hand I desperately needed to make sure I could continue to provide.
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