“I still do all those things because he looked just like his mother. His eyes, his nose, his temper. Everything about him was perfect just like you. Sometimes I feel like God took him from us to punish me for loving you so much. You remember that sermon the first time we went to church together? Pastor J said, “Sometimes God takes from us the things we love most to show us not to put anything before him.” The day I went to that hospital and you were on life support and he was gone I prayed that if he would just spare one of you, he spared you. I live with that prayer everyday. The guilt of that prayer. So I don’t hate you Kort. I just hate that I still love you after you took my son from us.”
“We’re here because I don’t think our marriage will last past the New Year.”
When he said it I didn’t blink, I didn’t jump, I didn’t show an ounce of emotion but on the inside I swore I felt my heart literally crack. People always asked us how we did it, how we managed to move on so quickly and the answer was always the same. “Faith,” “love,” “trust,” but that was all I lie. From the outside looking in we were the couple everyone wanted to be.
Before it happened, I thought we were the couple everyone should aspire to be like. But that seems like a lifetime ago now. Now my husband, the man that proposed to me after three months and married me after six was telling me he didn’t think we would last another three and a half months.
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