I'd lose my wife, maybe my kids, fuck their lives up in an entirely different and unpredictable way, then my kids are being raised by an unstable woman, she probably movs to Florida with her family and I never see them, the crushing weight of the spousal support agreement leads me to blowing guys in the Union Square bathroom just to make rent, I catch hep c and the drugs end up destroying my brain, I lose my job, finally work up the nerve to kill myself then I find jesus, become a mormon, and spend the rest of my life going door to door telling people about the most amazing book.