Blood and Balloons: The Day He Chose Her Kid Over Ours
My daughter was gone.She died the same night my husband was celebrating another child's birthday—the son of his so-called first love. Even in her final moments, she was still worried that he would blame her for not taking care of their dog properly.I held her lifeless body in my arms, tears streaming down my face. Meanwhile, my husband spent the day of her funeral choosing a burial site… but not for our daughter—no, for that damn dog.
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