And today on the death of his mom , all i can think about is a day. A day long long ago when ex and I walked with his mom along the hudson. It was fall, and the leaves were raining down with every whisper of the wind.
The fall colors were in full force and we talked, laughed and enjoyed that long walk from rockland lake to haverstraw and back.
I'm angry that it was all a lie, and i'm angry that i cried today.
because my life was ruined and stolen from me by a man who wasn't all he portrayed himself to be.
rip barbara.
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