My story is one that not many people have the pleasure of telling.
Two years ago I got a phone call from a hospital telling me my husband (whom I had been separated from for more than ten years) was due to have surgery in less then an hour. WOW! What a blow. Now, I had been married to this man for 15 years. He was not a good husband, but he was a good father. So my son and I rushed to the hospital to see what we could do. By the time we got there, the operation was over. He had his leg amputated due to diabetes. And even though we were separated, I took care of him for two years until he went to live with his daughter. He wants to spend the time that he has left with her. I still miss him sometimes. But I did all that he needed me to do for him. I will never regret what I did--in fact I am glad God gave me the strength to do it.
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