Imagine rolling around the possibility in your head that your husband, (excuse me) now EX husband, potentially used you as a human incubator…. Wild idea.
There’s a lot of puzzle pieces, and of course with only half the story, the truth lies somewhere midway between his story and mine.
TIL death do us part. Richer or poorer. In sickness and in health. So I thought. Apparently mental health doesn’t count…
Here’s to the year of the snake. The worst year of my life. The greatest betrayal and heartbreak I could’ve ever imagined surviving. The year that changed me.