He could’ve bowed out gracefully, but he didn’t. He knew enough to know to leave well enough alone, but he wouldn’t.

(“Every Day” … Rascal Flatts)

On “THIS Day” 10 Years Ago: She’d been throwing up the entire night before and I was completely exhausted. He was still working as a personal trainer at Lifetime then, so, he’d cancelled all his clients to stay home and help me since I could barely function. I’d left them in the living room of our tiny little one-bedroom apartment watching Dora The Explorer and doing puzzles while I took a quick nap. This picture is what I awoke to.

On “THIS Day” 10 Years Ago: The Frog was hard core rocking that real estate license of his, bound and determined to POOF me into a queen and her into a princess … which he did eventually do, because THEN …

On “THIS Day” 8 Years Ago: Our beautiful little family had just landed in paradise with the man who vowed to give us everything, EVERY DAY, not the least of which were a lifetime’s worth of “travel “great adventures” to any place he could manage to take us.

On August 22nd it will be five years that our Superman had to leave the building in one of THE most unfathomable ways after a nightmare battle with not just a Molotov cocktail of mental illnesses, but the actual devil himself. Most people don’t know what REALLY happened in our home in the four months before he shot himself but sufficed to say that both mine and my daughter’s “Power + Grace” ability to forgive him for the crimes of his insanity defy conception. Meanwhile …

On “THIS” day:

I can only smile and thank God profusely that I got to be his wife. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: I was, am, and will always be THE luckiest woman on the face of this planet that he really was “MINE ALL MINE!” and only ever MINE (and hers) “Every Day” that he was ours.

Bye everyone, it’s me, CAT! ❤️