I was asked yesterday why I had said my husband was my hero. It is obvious to me, and to a select few, but not everyone can comprehend the man with the bad heart as a hero.
When I met my husband I was in a very bad place. I had been raped at knife-point and was battling solvent abuse and bulimia. Fast forward 14 years and I was back struggling with bulimia after the stupidest choice of my life.
But he saved me.
It's as simple as that.
He believed in me.
He loved me.
He was there for me, doing what was necessary to help me overcome my demons. And for that he is a true hero.
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