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A true story of hope as the secluded dream retreat with one husband became a widow’s isolated place of terror with the next.
I could feel the approaching thunderstorm. The earthy smell also gave warnings, along with the National Weather Service. Thunder rolled and the house trembled. The sky was as black as night. Bolts of lightning brightened it only for an instant—as if even they hesitated to go about in such foreboding weather. Huge raindrops were beating on the windows and an angry wind was howling through the trees. Living in the country, the power went out a lot and I faced possible flooding, hail, or tornadoes, all in pitch darkness. I was hoping the huge maple tree, just outside the kitchen, wouldn’t come crashing through the window.
Dusty’s radio was on my nightstand. I’d found all the lanterns and filled them with oil, then hunted down the flashlights and made sure to have fresh batteries. The computer was shut down and unplugged. It wasn’t safe to be on the phone during a storm, so I couldn’t call anyone.
I was all alone in that big five-bedroom house. I had buried the love of my life, my partner, my husband of the past 32 years, and I dreaded facing my first thunderstorm, without him.
The wind gusting through the trees swept me back to the present that fierce night. Each flash of lighting reminded me how quickly I had gone from being Dusty’s wife to Dusty’s widow. The loneliness was excruciating.
The rumbling thunder wouldn’t stop that night, just like the rumbling in my mind. While agonizing about whether to sell the house, I began dreading life without Dusty. There were so many things I would have to face alone for the first time—holidays, birthdays, shopping. That coming winter, I’d have to climb into a king-sized bed without him. There wouldn’t be any loving arms to cuddle up against. Dusty was always warm, while I was always cold, especially my feet. I’d snuggle up beside his warm body, bury my head in his chest and call him, “My Little Furnace.”
“Come over here,” he’d say, “your little furnace will warm you up.”
I was so lost without him. I wasn’t ready to face life alone. Little did I know that in my desperation for a new love, I would end up in the arms of a sociopath, and the terror had only begun.
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