The ending
For this story, it may be easier to start at the end. The end is not pretty, it is not pleasant, it is not what anyone would want. It IS reality, it IS the plate I was handed, it IS my life. On February 16, 2004, my cell phone rang at 7:51 p.m. It was HIM. Him is my estranged husband. I recognized... Sign in to see full entry.