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It's a tough moment for me. Each time I return home, the loss of it all sinks into my stomach. I lost my husband well before he died. The future I invested in has been taken from me. People meddled in our marriage with a single sided story, selfishness, ignorance, and now he's dead. My story remains. The truth is more powerful than the story.
Today a friend said, "It's like stock. The investment doesn't look like a good one today but wait. In the future it may have the best return on your investment."
Eight years. Four in marriage. All taken away. Erased by a family that had no care for our union. Despite it all, I'll rise. I'll grow. I'll learn and never be so foolish. The loss is real.
So here, an image. I lift, perhaps only slightly off the ground. That's how it feels most days. But in that attempt to get up, there is a woman who will rise from the heartache and mind-fuck this whole thing is with her truth and her story to be told. And I will tell it and somewhere out there, someone will read it and it will help them rise too.
The truth is the return on my investment.