I was only eighteen when I met Gareth, according to my parents I didn't know true love. But I did. We saw each other for six years before he asked me to marry him. I said yes immediately. Gareth was nine years older than me, but it didn't matter. We married and two years later I became pregnant with my first child. In my third month of pregnancy something happened which turned my life around.

It was a December night, and I awoke with a start as I heard my name shouted out. Gareth was having a heart attack. I called an ambulance but they were too late. Gareth died on the way to hospital, I held his hand the whole way there.

Three weeks later I had a miscarriage and lost my baby boy. He was the best gift Gareth had given me, now they're both gone.

I think of them every night, and haven't been able to marry again. I don't want to, no one but Gareth will do.

So, if you have a wonderful husband and children please realise how blessed you are. I dreamed a dream of a happy family life and it was thrown back in my face.

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