Here's my story.... in 1986 at the age of 12 I met him... the man I thought I would be with my entire life. We even planned throughout our childhood to get married when we turned 18. He married someone else.. had kids ... divorced married again. I too married someone else... had kids. Divorced. We remained best friends throughout our life. During his second marriage we lost contact for about 5 years ... then out of the blue August 30th 2013 he showed up to my house and we began to date and I thought I was going to be the happiest person in the world. Our first year was pretty ... exciting.


But after that year things started getting bad. His drinking became worse... the emotional abuse and physical abuse started. I swear he was a narcissist. I couldn't work... I couldn't leave the house ... if I did I had to tell him where i was .. send pictures to prove where i was. He cheated .. he lied .. but everything he did he turned on me. Police started getting involved because our arguments were getting scary. On September 13th 2017 .. he woke me up at 4pm as I had a job finally and worked 3rd shift .. started a huge argument with me as usual. He was drinking Grey Goose as always. 5:30pm he walked out of the house slamming the door and telling me to fuck off ..


I went to check on him and found him hanging in our detached garage. I called 911 at 5:58pm. He took his life and left me with more pain and hurt than he had already put me through. 5 weeks later my 22 year old daughter was arrested for drugs and I was placed with my almost 5 year old grandson. I am a warrior .. fighting every day to not sink .. to take care of this little boy .. help my daughter get better and holding all the pain in grief inside from what HE .. Michael did to me. 

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December 07, 2018