I don't remember how old I was when I made the decision, but as far back as I can remember, I've always known that murder is wrong. By the time I had the opportunity to okay the killing of my husband after his stroke, the decision had already been made.
Living with the consequences of that decision hasn't always been easy, but when it gets especially hard, it helps to be reminded that I could have made a decision that's even harder to live with.
It's been especially stressful lately, and last night it came to a head. After crying myself to sleep last night, I woke up this morning feeling nothing but negative emotions. Despair. Guilt. Frustration.
Thank you for reminding me that it could be so much worse. I could have decided to avoid all this unpleasantness, at the expense of my husband's life, and my soul.
My only response to your accusatory post is you were not in my position, you don’t know the facts and you don’t know how the outcome developed.
Murder? Wow. Your own circumstance is just that. Your own. I wouldn’t presume to know all the facts in your case, much less have the unmitigated gall to call you a murderer. Other words after your post? Yup. Murderer isn’t One of them.
Do try and have some compassion for the situations you aren’t 100% privy to. And the next time you hurl such an accusation my way you can bet the farm I’ll be subpoenaing FR’s IP address records that correspond to your nickname and suing you for everything you have for libel.
Do yourself a favor and NEVER post to me again.