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by Maria Daniel May 11, 2012 category : Life, society / meaning of life
About two years ago I gave up on my "life". I was ready to pull the plug; I felt it was time to die. I had no family to turn to, I ran away all my friends. I was all alone in the world; I was ready for it to end. I partied, did drugs, hoping to numb the pain. Ready for something bad to happen, it all felt like a game. I put myself in situations, not caring how it would end. Wishing there was a drive by, so I could jump on in. But just as I gave up hope, ready to end my life. I met the perfect man and now I am his wife. He picks me up when I feel down and wipes away my tears. I'm glad of how things worked out, I now I have a future with many years.Twenty-one years ago, I cried the first time at birth. Finally for the first time ever, I feel like a part of this Earth. All because of my husband, he loved me for who I am. Never took advantage, he treated me like a gem.