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‘Is it OK to call you?’ What if he’s a creep? I don’t even know him! Mom said, ‘Why don’t I meet him first?’: Woman meets future husband through accidental text while living in another state

“’Oh no!’ I apologized for having the wrong number. He said, ‘No worries. How is your day going?’ The more we talked, the more I liked him. But deep down it all seemed so weird. What if he was a creep? I don’t even know him! It was just an online friendship. Or so I thought. My mom met him first. ‘You’re going to marry this guy!’ What!?!??”

‘I can’t see him like this, Mom. Take me home.’ I laid my head on his chest, sobbing. ‘Chase, I love you so much.’: Wife’s ‘life altering’ journey since husband suddenly died in his sleep

“I remember walking in the house at 4:15 a.m. with the most empty feeling I had ever felt. I knew our son would be waking in a few short hours and I wasn’t ready to face reality so soon. I went to our bathroom, filled up the tub, and sat in a hot bath as I cried the little tears I had left. Then I went to Chase’s closet, pulled out his favorite sweats and a big oversized sweater and crawled into bed with his pillow. The sheets and everything smelled like him, and right then and there, I didn’t want to wake up.”

‘You know what I love? Friends who don’t make this friend thing complicated.’: Woman ‘thankful’ for friends who ‘don’t set unrealistic expectations’ of her

“I won’t always be a phone call away. Sometimes, I leave my phone inside so it’s not a distraction. I won’t always be there the exact moment you need me. I really try, but sometimes I’m fighting my own demons. I won’t give you my undivided attention, but I’ll listen to you vent between pushing babies on swings. We may not be planning many girl’s nights or remembering to text each other back, but anytime you cross my mind, I’m thankful for you.”

‘Your sister was in an accident. Her car was hit by a train. She didn’t make it.’: Sister suffers from PTSD after losing sibling, admits ‘I’m having a hard time swallowing that pill’

“We were texting. I said, ‘Punkin, we’ll talk later.’ My later didn’t go the way I had planned. My momma was on the phone screaming. What am I supposed to do? My daddy. I’ve got to get to my daddy. Where are my brothers? Do they know? We planned every painful step of her memorial. We had to pick out her clothes, jewelry, the box we’d lay her in. I’m done. I’m done hiding.”

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