I will not lie.
The pain of a broken heart is agonizing and debilitating.
I am struggling, struggling with what some consider uncomplicated: walking without crying, putting in a full day’s work, settling into a routine and being in the company of many.
In 1996, the man of my dreams entered my life.
He embraced me for who I am, my kids and our animals. Ron, a father of two, dared me to allow myself to dream again. One of the first questions he asked was, “What have you always wanted to do?”
