I am separated from, what I thought of my life, but she was a bartender. Her parents both died within a year. I guess she has gone crazy missing them. Anyway, I spoiled her rotten. She will admit that, and loved her madly. However, at her age, she wanted the wild side that the bar has to offer. A piece of garbage, with no job, no house and a kid. Would give her the edge she desired at an age she should be grown up. So I am here looking for the devotion I lost.