Eight long years...

 My name is Heather King..I am 33 years old and the mother of two of the most beautiful children you have ever laid eyes on but you know I’m a little prejudice.  My husband and I did’nt plan on getting married. We were young and I got pregnant. Jason was just 16 and I was 18, just out of high school.  So we didnt get married right away, we moved in with his mother and soon had a little boy we named Jeffery. We did pretty well as parents and he became my best friend over the next two years. Two years later we finally got married. We never fought, he was a wonderful husband. I found myself listening to my friends talk about their husband and the things that made them mad about them and feeling so lucky I had such a sweet, helpful, caring husband like Jason. I loved being married, loved coming home to him every night after work, loved making him dinner, loved having a partner and knowing id always have someone to hold me and take care of me. I came from a broken home and an abusive father, and I was so happy MY kids got to have everything I longed for as a child. A few years later Jason and I decided we wanted to add to our family and try for a little girl. We were so happy. My life seemed perfect. I had a great husband, a little boy, and a little girl on the way. Our daughter was born in June of 2003 and Jason was in heaven. He doted on our baby girl and treated her like an angel and our five year old was daddy’s sidekick.. I decided all that was missing was a career and decided take EMT classes. Jason watched the kids at night and I took classes.. Life was wonderful until October 6 2003.... 1:56 AM. My life would turn into a nightmare as bad as it was good.