A Woman's Journey

Married to my past

By August 16, 2019 No Comments

I was so excited for my wedding coming up in a few weeks. I had done so many awful things in my child hood; this was the only way to redeem myself although he was 23 years younger. It didn’t matter, he loved me.
On the wedding night, when we were up in our room, I caught sight of something on his lower back. “What’s that?” I asked as I noticed a tattoo of the name ‘Kenny’. “It’s my mother’s name” he replied sadly.
I froze in shock; that was my name. I was married to my long lost son.


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