2016 was a rough year for my family. A seventeen year relationship, the only thing our children ever knew, was gone, just like that. It all started December 6, 2014, the night of Lil E's progressive dinner at school. Big E wanted to go hang out with his buddies and have some drinks. After picking up Lil E, the plan was to go pick up Big E. We pull up to Omero's house and I stay in the car because I was in my jammies. Lil E goes in and tells him we were there to pick him up. As Lil E gets in the car he mentions that his dad was eating and had bumped his head. He comes out with his buddies with a rag wrapped around his head, looking like the karate kid. Me not knowing what happened, Eric gets in the car seemingly fine. As we drive down the road I realize that he is really drunk, his breathing became heavy and I knew he was feeling nauseous. Thankfully he didn't puke in my car. As we got home, he vomited in the sink and was acting strange. At this point I remo