Drowning My Sorrows In Booze

My wife was a woman who I abused.
Now I drown my sorrows in booze.
I hit her quite often and it's something I regret.
Now I'm drinking a lot of booze to try to forget.
She never even once called the cops when I hit her.
She always forgave me and she was never bitter.
While we were dating, I would romance her.
But three years ago she died of skin cancer.
The pain is eating me alive because I feel so guilty.
I'll spend the remainder of my days living in agony.

(This poem is fictional but domestic violence is real.)