Building a life…

I was 20 when I met my now husband. I knew he was the one right away and that year that we started dating I asked him to take a trip with me to North Carolina. I wanted my father to meet him. The trip was hard. Not because I didn’t have an enjoyable time visiting with my father, but because I started to get a better glimpse into his world. Something that I can’t see over the phone. He had slowly pulled away from most of our family. He didn’t want much to do with them. There were falling outs, in which I don’t know many details. He had isolated himself from most everyone. Except me of course. I was always there and always would be.

I could tell he was not making healthy choices. I was terrified. I never wanted to live that nightmare over again that we went through years before…

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