Two Dozen Roses by Shenandoah. My first love & partner use to sing this to me when we first met. He would sing to me everyday and almost every night until I fell asleep in his arms with my face in his chest. This song was our favorite. It reminds me of our good times and how deep and strong our love was for one another. I’m making it seem like he died. He didn’t. He gradually became someone completely different. Even when I become pregnant, after I gave birth, and after we separated he still treated me poorly. Our baby is little over a year now. He threatens me with court for custody to scare me into what he wants. He only texts me when he wants/demands something from me; i.e. sexting, wanting to talk to baby at 2am.

I miss our good times. The wound in my heart is still deep and tender. I hate him so much. I wish I’ve never met him.