I had a fairytale life. I had a very attractive husband who made good money, a beautiful house with a nice backyard and a baby on the way. Alex, my husband had dirty blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes. Not just any blue eyes but blue eyes that you could notice from miles away. He was taller than me but not by much. He had hair grown out to around his eyes and that's the way I liked best. I had golden brown hair down to my waist and was naturally wavy. I had a dark complexion that made my hair lighter than it really was. We really were the couple that you would see in a movie.
I was snapped back into reality. Sitting in the hard, dusty chair in the dark and dreary corner, the silence was blaring in my ears. I think of the times where I smiled. I think of the times when he was with me. Now, all I could think about were the headlights that blinded me by their brightness and the blaring horns that were frantically honked.The scene keeps playing over and over in my head. The scene that I wish would've never happened.
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The Road to Recovery
RandomI had it all. A great job, gorgeous husband and a baby on the way. That all changed in an instant.
