They Held My Funeral While I Was Still Breathing. Then My Seven-Year-Old Nephew Looked Into the Coffin and Said, “Mommy, Aunt Madelyn Is Looking at Me”
He didn’t have to talk me out of my suspicions anymore.
I talked myself out of them and then apologized to him for having had them.
A woman who cannot trust her own eyes is a woman who can be walked, calmly, all the way to her own funeral, thanking you for your patience the whole way.
That is not a side effect of what he did to me.
That was the foundation of it.
Everything else was only possible because he built that first.