Longing Leads To Love No More
After an argument with my wife, Joan Newman, I momentarily stepped out of the car to pick up a package. When I returned, our son, Jimmy Newman, was gone.
From that moment, I searched for him like a madman. Each waking hour was consumed by guilt.
My mother-in-law blamed me. My mother cried herself to sleep.
Joan jabbed a finger at my head and screamed, “Why are you still alive? If you don’t find our son, I’m divorcing you!”
From that day forward, for four long years, I gave up my career and my life. I traveled across the country almost a hundred times searching for my son, only to be met with disappointment every single time.
My body became covered in scars from self-harm. I fell into