You clung on.
You never did anything, a court room would concur.
Your Misses was bound ***** and gagged though, it happened.  
A sinking ship her mind lost to insanity. Each night she loses skin.
It’s none off your back, you need to leave her, there’s time to get your **** together.
You can be with her again someday, leave her heal.
There are people who deal with that.

Insanity rules from a distance.  
Tá do lá a thagann a chuisle mo chraoí