When I died my husband was celebrating 11

When I died my husband was celebrating 11

11 

I collapsed, tears flooding my eyes once more

An overwhelming wave of grief crashed through my soul, tearing at my very being

Leaning against the wall, I broke down, my sobs echoing in a void where no one could hear or understand my pain

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In that moment, I wanted to rip Terry apart to avenge my mother

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The love I once felt for him had twisted into a hatred so intense I could 

taste it

Yet here I was, as powerless in death as I had been in life

A mere ghost, drifting aimlessly between worlds, capable of nothing but 

sorrow

I longed to see my mother one last time, but my spirit remained inexplicably tethered to Terry

He suddenly crumpled to his knees before my lifeless body, his eyes a storm of regret and emotions I couldn’t begin to decipher

When I died my husband was celebrating

When I died my husband was celebrating

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