He’s Gone… But What Broke Me Wasn’t Just That

When Jason passed, my world didn’t just fall apart—it collapsed inward, piece by piece. But what shattered me most wasn’t the grief of losing him. It was the cruelty that followed.

I expected to grieve alongside family. Instead, I found myself defending my children and our home against someone who should’ve stood with us—his mother.

We Were a Family—Even If She Refused to See It

Jason and I had been married just two short years, but what we built together had the strength of a lifetime. He didn’t just love me—he chose my children, Ava and Noah, without hesitation.

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