Forever in my diabetes-thriving heart

Tears. When I got the email two weeks ago, my heart broke into pieces. We had been together for 21 years. I had chosen this man, picked him specifically from a lot of others. He was perfect in every way that my 18-year-old self desired. He had an American accent. He had a welcoming smile, a fit body – oh, those legs – a firm, warming handshake, … Continue reading Forever in my diabetes-thriving heart