been living someplace all, she would ve died. i m sure of that. so then you start going back in your head, replaying all the times he brought you food, made you food. was there an instance that stands out in your mind? he had made a breakfast sandwich and taken into the bedroom for me, and my son climbed up and wanted a piece. and immediately, his reaction is, no, don t give him any of it. i think about that all the time. the moment that could ve easily gone a different way. it haunts her. emotionally, how are you doing? it s rough. it s still hard to stop and think about what happened. the amount of deception, i can t really trust people. what have discovered is trusting myself is difficult to do. before they were married,