This is a story of love versus cocaine…
My life with my husband began with a simple dream, blossomed into a beautiful life and then went to Hell because of cocaine addiction. The man I loved, and who once loved me, is gone. Although there is no headstone to give me closure, I feel like a widow. He left me alone with his son, to care for. He left his son without a father.
I never knew if love or drugs would win in the end. It began as a journal and became the only place I could run to. I had no idea that it would become a story that would write itself.
In the end, I believe ours is a story of survival. But let it be a cautionary tale.