Blood and Balloons: The Day He Chose Her Kid Over Ours

My daughter was gone.

She died the same night my husband was celebrating another child's birthday—the son of his so-called first love. Even in her final moments, she was still worried that he would blame her for not taking care of their dog properly.

I held her lifeless body in my arms, tears streaming down my face. Meanwhile, my husband spent the day of her funeral choosing a burial site… but not for our daughter—no, for that damn dog.