How drinking and stupidity cost me my daughters and my wife.

In the evening after a long day at work and several beers with friends, I walked into my daughter's room where she was sleeping.

Her head resting on her pillow while sucking one of her fingers. I noticed her diaper was loose exposing her crotch. Not even giving me any chance to lay eyes on her. My cock immediately began to ache with lust for this little girl.

My hand began to wander down her smooth stomach to her diaper. Pulling the tabs out and pulling her diaper off and rubbing my finger against her tiny pussy. She looked so innocent, peaceful, and content. I loved watching my finger slip between those tiny puffy lips and disappear inside her.

She jumped in surprise and squirmed at first. I could see she had never gotten pleasured before. "What are you doing daddy?" she asked me.

I couldn't help but smile. "I was just checking your diaper for any leaks." I fixed her diaper and walked out. 

Realizing what I did I immediately felt guilty for touching her. How could I do that to my little girl? 

I have failed my own daughter and am paying the consequences.

When I adopted her I made a promise to myself to be a great father, and I broke that promise. 

I went to bed that night with a lot of guilt and did not get any sleep that night

Next day I decided to tell my wife what I did after work.

I got home and sat down at the kitchen table and waited for her to come home. My wife came home soon after I was seated. When I saw my wife, I began to cry and told her what I did to our daughter when I was drunk. 

She just stared at me, almost in shock.
"How could you do that to your own daughter?" she asked me.
"I'm sorry, I know. I don't remember half of it but I understand now what kind of monster I was. I didn't think before I did it. I want to say I'm sorry, I've been a horrible father." I said.

Her mother just turned around and left the room. 

A few minutes later I heard a scream from the bedroom. "How could you?" she screamed. The door flew open and Martha entered the room.

She had tears running down her face. She kept asking "why?" over and over again. 
"Why? Why?" She asked My heart is broken in two. I couldn't move or say a word.

Just like that Martha and my wife were gone. I picked up the phone to call the police but I dropped the phone and just sat there with my head in my hands. I cried for hours, thinking about all the things I did and failed 

I lost Martha because of my actions. I turned myself in to the cops the next day and the judge sentenced me to 5 years in prison.

All I could do was stare at the ground and feel miserable. I never really felt such sorrow as I did then. I knew I shouldn't have touched my daughter. I knew I hurt her life and I could never make up for my actions. 

I went to my cell with the realization I would never see Martha again. As I sit here now, I will never be able to see my little girl grow up. The most loving, caring, compassionate, beautiful little girl I know. 

I will always love her no matter what. She will always live inside me, no matter how hard I try to forget her. All I can hope is that she has a wonderful family who loves her as much as I do.