When I lost the man I’d spent fifteen years with, it felt like the world stopped turning. He wasn’t just my partner — he was the person who steadied me, understood me, and made anywhere feel like home. His childhood had been rough. At seventeen, his own parents pushed him out, forcing him to build a life without support. He worked nonstop, saved whatever he could, and eventually purchased a small, worn-down house on the edge of town.
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