Life was as it should be, in every way, on every day: A man and a woman fall in love, court properly, get married, and have a beautiful child, a precious son. It doesn’t matter, not a whit, that this son, Michael, is autistic. Doesn’t matter that a loving wife and devoted mother, a wife and mother named Linda, comes down with cancer shortly thereafter.....
Life without Linda was almost unbearable, almost not worth living, almost . . . but only because of the living legacy she had left behind: My precious son, Michael. Michael became my refuge, my home, my one and only love.....
And so I moved on blindly hoping for peace and restoration, trusting in the advice of others. I was so blind I did not see the trap that was lying in wait.....
The mirage turned into a bad dream and then into a nightmare..... her lies became her truth and denying it was over almost before this marriage started was only prolonging the pain....
Divorce brings forth ugliness and in this case the ugliness would turn into something so hideous I did not see it coming until it was too late.....