The blanket was supposed to be buried with her. Why was it thrown around on a table with old books and different cooking appliances? When I turned to meet Margaret, my heart was beating fast. But nothing could have fully prepared me for what I would find out that day.I would like to begin by talking about what happened that day so that I could then quickly sum up my life.
My husband Aaron and I had been married for a few years at that point. The fact that our relationship was mostly positive didn’t change the fact that there was always darkness there. Margaret is his mom in this case.
As long as we’re married, she can be the third person who makes sure choices about her are made regularly.
Aaron’s marriage wasn’t unique in any way. He did everything he could to keep the peace, but he let Margaret set the rules for too long.At the time I started to get pregnant, he seemed to be more independent and able to take care of himself. The way things were, as far as I know.
