Nov 24 2008
Moving on
It was so hard returning to my former home. I looked at the bottom of the stairs and couldn’t get the picture out of my mind, where my first husband had put a knife to my neck, and threatened my life. I wasn’t at all happy in this house, so about a year later, we moved to a house in the next street. This was so that my daughter could still have all her friends close by and attend the same school.
Sometimes you just have to start a fresh life.
I got a much better job that paid well and things were looking up. I can’t say that life was all rosy because my daughter and her step-father had their moments. Being a Mother and a Wife made it sometimes hard for me, but on the whole life was good.
Life continued pretty much this way until the time we visited America for the first time. I left my heart here.
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