In 1979 my first husband walked out, deserted me my daughter was 5 no explanation no contact no maintenance nothing.
Scraped myself back together and after two years of sheer hard work I saved up enough to buy a one bedroomed property.
Life was moved on I married again, I lost my parents all the normal things that happen in day to day life, tragedies came and went I picked myself up and dusted myself off
and this evening on facebook I saw a picture of my ex and the witch that took him away from me
smiling faces, in a magnificent house, partying, but fat, old and not I would say in the best of health from the looks of it.
I cried buckets........................ why?
I sat and thought poor me, all I have been through and am going through now and there they are with their perfect lives.
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