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3 years today...

3 years ago, my wife of 34 years suffered a massive stroke. 40% of her brain died along with the use of her arm and voice. She was the most caring person I ever met, and even though she lost memories of a lot of things, she still remembered she loved me and her son. I became her care giver, I lost my job, and my son struggled with his ghost of a mom. Things went bad financially due to medical bills an a loss of a salary. but the worst was when her family abducted her and moved 2 states away from us. My son no longer sees his mom. Their hate for me and my son is insane. So we no longer see my wife, and we lost everything when all our accounts were hacked by the family. Attorneys fight, we lose more money and live on barely enough to survive. It has been 8 months now not seeing her and today is the 3rd anniversary of her stroke. My son and I are destroyed. So many bad things happened that if we wrote a book or did a movie, nobody would believe it. It is hell. but it happened, and we mi...
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My mint officially invaded my neighbor’s garden and I’m not even surprised anymore

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