[ WP ] In your Life you have the ability to mark decisions in your Life as `` Important Choices '' . At any time you are alive you can return to the last choice you marked , however only the last choice , and only once .

If I marked this choice, I would be in this life for good. The last choice I marked was my wedding day, June 9th, 2004. Ten years later, I had marked no other choices, just incase I ever needed to go back. 
 
 I loved my wife. Jeanne was beautiful in every way, I was just afraid that one day, I might hurt her. I was an alcoholic, and I always was aware of that. She knew that too, and accepted me for my flaws. She knew she could help me get better. 
 
 I kept my wedding day my last `` important decision'' because I knew she deserved better than me. She deserved what I could n't give her. I loved her, and I knew she loved me, but I always felt like she could have had a happier life. She was gorgeous, inside and out. Her mind expanded to realms of intelligence and possibility I did not even know existed. But she loved me for who I was, and I just went on trying to love her back. But, I always told myself, if I ever saw her truly unhappy with her life, I would go back and change things for her sake. 
 
 Last year, she begged and begged for me to go to an AA meeting. I knew that she was trying, but I have always been stubborn. I thought that nothing would help my addiction. I went, reluctantly, but I knew in the back I my mind it was the right thing to do. 
 
 After a couple meetings, I got in a fight with the rector. I was kicked out of the program and soon I was sitting back at home, making both of us miserable. I felt terrible, but I did n't know how to fix it. 
 
 Things got worse. I was getting sick. I had to have surgery on my liver but the operation was risky. There was a small risk that I would n't make it through the surgery, because it was so dangerous. I was given the choice to do the surgery, and be cured, or live out my life knowing I would have only 3 more years to live. Now would be a crucial `` important decision'' to make. I thought, oh, what a no brainer. If things go south in the surgery I can just switch my decision. 
 
 But then I looked over at my wife. She was frail, and had wrinkles from stress all over her face. She was worried about me, and taking care of me and my irresponsible decisions occupied her entire life. I could n't do that to her. I would have been the most selfish person I would have ever known. I would rather die than be that selfish. 
 
 I thought back to our wedding day. She was so beautiful, and she had such a great life ahead of her. If only she could have married a man who would have given her all the love and affection she needed. She did n't need me. She needed someone to take care of her. And yet all these years, she was taking care of me. 
 
 I closed me eyes and thought long and hard. I decided to not marry her. The day I met her, it was a few days before Thanksgiving, and I was coming home from school. We glanced at each other in the Chicago airport after I just got off a plane from Boston. I continued to concentrate as I told myself to not go home for the Thanksgiving holiday. I sat in my dorm room alone, drinking a beer, wondering if I would ever find `` the one''. 
 
 Jeanne went home from the airport to meet her family, and went on to marry her high school sweetheart from years before. 
 
 David continued to drink throughout college and eventually died of alcohol poisoning. Despite losing his life, he knew he had made the right decision. Jeanne could n't be happier, and David guarded her life everyday in every way he could. 
 

