This story will not be continued. At the time I started this story, my mind was in a really bad place. My ex-husband had just passed away from illness related to his years of drug abuse. When his sister contacted me that he was dying and going into hospice, for some stupid reason, I went to visit him before he passed away. I had some foolish notion that he would see his wrongdoings to me on his death bed and he could pass on with us in a good place. I wanted to forgive him, I really did. But instead, he told me that I'd hurt him but that he forgave me for that a long time ago. For a few moments, I sat there, confused as to what I could have done that I needed to be forgiven for. I even asked him, what I did wrong. Until I realized that he was doing it again. He was making me feel like I was wrong and he was right. My son took me to see him and had to help me out of there.
When I got back home, I sent a message to his sister an told her not to contact me again until he was buried six feet under. She told me to go to hell, I told her I live there for six years, and still vacation there from time to time.
Unfortunately, everything, I thought I'd lived through was long over until it came bubbling to the surface with that one visit. And that's how this story came along.
As much as I love Twilight, the books and the movies, I can never see Edward as more than an abusive, controlling man like my husband. Alice, as one of my sisters-in-law that at one time was my best friend. Rosalie as the sister in law bitch that told me to go to hell, and Esme as my Mother-in-Law that despite knowing what her son was doing was wrong, she was still his mother to the end.
Upon my visit with the bastard, she called him and wanted to speak with me. She told me how glad she was that we were finally making amends. Only because I was raised to respect my elders, I didn't tell that bitch where to go and what she could do with her amends.
I guess the moral of this AN is I am now trying to get past that chapter of my life. It took me this long, nearly a year after his passing, to come to grips with everything as I had become just numb. Again.
I haven't decided yet if I want to pull the story altogether, or just leave it as is. I still feel like I put my heart into but at this point, I don't want to relive anymore.
So thank you all who followed this. And I'm sorry, Bella won't get her HEA here. I didn't.
On another note. I think I like where the story was going with Victoria and Laurent. I may write a spin-off of that story in the future.
