Ernest died today.
I still can't believe I just wrote that and that it is true. We've only been married for two months, though he was getting more and more abusive. He finally got so mad that he drove his Cadillac too fast through a turn and flipped off a cliff. I can't say that a small part of me isn't relieved now that I'm out of his abuse, but my heart grieves for him and his family.
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