I moved to a new area about 10 years ago. It’s taken me a while to get to know the dealerships around me. I happened upon a family owned dealership where you could feel the positive atmosphere when you walked in. All the staff was happy and relaxed. My husband was my hero. He made my sunrise and sunset. I believed in marriage, in him and in love. The moment I found out. I died inside. My hero was a murderer in my eyes.
He murdered our family ,our marriage, my hero and most of me. I was not a forethought,thought or afterthought. if I was ,he did not care. He took his own life shortly after I found out. Not from shame or guilt. It was my punishment for his actions. That was last sept. I hate him with everything now. I have to. It’s my way to survive. It’s my way to be able draw a breath. Today the pain is as unbearable as the moment I found out. I want not to be. What stops me?
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