My life changed in 2014 when my husband, Matt, decided to move from Michigan to Texas.
Matt had a history of diabetes and was struggling to manage his health.
When I was in high school, Matt’s parents passed away.
Matt’s mother had Alzheimer’s, and he spent his early days on a ward of the state hospital in the state of Texas.
He spent the rest of his life in Texas, attending the Texas State Hospital in San Antonio.
But at the same time, he was getting his first taste of the new Texas landscape.
We had been married two years when he was diagnosed with Type 1 diabetes, which was the same as the type I. We knew that Matt’s condition was complex, and we were worried that we wouldn’t be able to make it through our marriage and the first year of our childbearing.
I was a nursing student at the University of Texas Health Science Center at Houston.
I had been working at the hospital since 2008 and I felt that I had a great deal of responsibility for our son, so I took the job seriously.
Matt, on the other hand, was an accountant.
I saw him in the office a few times a week and he was always working on his computer or on his iPad.
We were always trying to figure out how we were going to spend his money.
So I went with him to his office and I said, “Hey, what do you need for my son?”
He said, I’m really struggling with money right now.
I told him I needed some help.
He said he had a couple of savings that he had saved up and he needed some money to pay for them.
Matt asked me if I knew how to do that.
I said that I would like to give him some money, and that I’d go get him some stuff from the bank, and I would help him put his money into savings.
Matt told me that he was doing his best to make the financial situation work for his family, and then he asked me to come home.
When we got home, Matt was crying, and my husband was sobbing, and Matt was like, “Mommy, Mommy, I need to talk to you.
I need you to help me.”
I said no.
I didn’t have the courage to go and tell him that I didn