Madison Chanhansen
This is my story, which cost my husband his life. The one man I ever loved. My first love, and will always be, the love of my life.
Please excuse me while I stop and wipe the tears away, as I imagine I will do so many more times through my journey of writing this…I miss him so…God do I miss him.
I will never love another person the way I loved him. As time passes by, my mental wounds will heal. I know down inside that one day I will fall in love again, might marry and possibly even start a family.
I am only twenty-six years old, but with the past events, right now that possibility isn’t even a hint on the horizon. When it does happen, I shall never tell him that he takes second place – for that is my secret – and my secret only.
We met in college, and without going into great detail, over a period of almost two years, fell in love, finished school, and were married.
Four years later, single again, not by choice, but by the hands of two vile men.