The Real Beginning
This blog is here because I need a place to get all of this crap out before it builds up enough pressure to kill me. I feel like a freak, a monster and someone who is soo cursed by everything that I fear I destroy everyone I touch. If you think I am being melodramatic, I have had 2 spouses die in less than 2 years. My last husband hung himself on August 7th. My previous husband died of Covid related heart failure on February 21st of 2020. I don't even know how to begin to put all of this back together. I know I broke Austins heart, and I wasn't trying to. I was trying to get him to see the light and understand I was making us a better life even if it meant breaking up a little. I didn't want a divorce, but he thought it was the natural progression of me leaving for Portland. It wasn't. If you look in my apartment up here, you would see in everything that it was for him. The location in the bougie side of Hillsboro, the fancy apartment with the huge bathtub and the big ...