I'm from North Carolina, and have a four year old daughter, V. I am 25 years old and have an "okay" career doing professional makeup. For the past four years I have been dating a wonderful man, K. We have had our fair share of ups and downs during these times, and honestly I couldn't have thought of a better way to spend the mass of my adult life. He was a wonderful father figure to my daughter, even though I often gave him shit for not pulling enough weight -- he really did a fantastic job at loving her and I both. We had many adventures, many good positive things happen during the duration of our life together. Apparently, he even intended to marry me, which is pretty awesome in my book. But, sadly, I never got the chance to say yes, I never got the chance to do a lot of things with my family. On November 20th, 2013, my life stopped in it's tracks. And even though it's been two weeks since that day, I don't think I've even began to move passed it.
Why blog about this? I'm sure you're wondering that. The answer is simple, for myself. For my mental stability, or instability, whichever side I end up on. To share my devastating loss. And express my love for a man who truly was a hero for everyone who he encountered.
How lucky am I to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard? - Winnie The Pooh
