Satan’s daughter stole my husband,
That evil woman,
Sad woman, Bad woman,
She stole his soul,
And ate it out of the devil’s bowl,
And had his hopes and dreams for afters. by Dorothy Maude
My estranged husband text me most days, telling me how unhappy he is . I try my best to listen to him, I never gloat. I am well aware that he has well and truly fallen into the clutches of karma. I have picked up the pieces of my shattered life and moved forward. Anthony is my rock. He is kind, caring and understanding to my needs. I have never met anyone who has showered me with love as much as he has. At 63 years old I know that I must live for the moment , and believe me I am loving every moment despite having poor health. I live in hope and pray to God that I will feel better some day soon.