It Sucks!
I was just 29 when my husband died. Who would have
thought at 29 I would wonder whether to say I was divorced
or widowed. We were
married for five years. Both born again Christians and on fire for the Lord BUT it did'nt last. I warned him the day we got married if he ever went back to drugs I would leave him.
The first three years were bliss, we were so happy, the perfect family. Little did I know the perfect storm was on its way. He started doing dagga again, just a little at a time and then if he did not have his first joint by 9am he would be like a bear with a sore tooth. Mom and I were always close and when I told her I could not live like this anymore and was going to leave him she convinced me to stay. Two years later and I was still in my marriage and bitterly unhappy. My five year old child
thought nothing of daddy sitting and rolling his joints at the dinner table and that
was when I realised it was getting worce and nothing was going to change.................
STAY TUNED - THIS IS BETTER THAN THE BOLD AND THE BEAUTIFUL.