Share via: More My coulda woulda shoulda is that last phone call I had with Charles. Here’s how it goes. Alter Ego: You missed that last conversation, the one where he texted you, “Please pick up the f@#$%& phone, there is something I need to tell you.” (my mind usually whines here) Me: We had already been on the … Continue reading Suicide. The coulda, woulda conversation in my head goes something like this