Tania van de Merwe
The Human Anchor in a World of Falling Apart
I held onto love until it slipped through my fingers.
You don't wake up expecting your husband to become a monster. I did, every morning, until he wasn't mine anymore. I loved him before the world turned upside down. Now I love the memory of his hands, his laugh, the way he'd forget his keys. The rest? The rest is survival.
What I'm Into: fresh blooms, quiet dinners, the sound of his voice, white picket fences, normalcy
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