I was at a huge transition in my life.

I was just this like broken person from my grief and like my heart was sad and people knew it.

My life was pretty picture perfect up until that.

I go to this concert with my friends and for some reason I thought the tickets were general admission and they were not.

So I ended up sitting by myself.

And my friends come up to me and they said, hey, this guy sitting next to us has an extra seat next to him and he said you could sit there. I was like, what are the odds? It's amazing. He's never going to call. He just was talking to me. Maybe he thought we'd hook up or something. You know, like I didn't know, but I thought that was such a good night,

and I really liked that guy, but I doubt I'll ever hear from him.

I end up finding my phone, charging it up, and I have five messages from him.

It's finally my turn to have a happy life.

I get to have this real life fairy tale. Who he was and who we were and what our life looked like was nothing but joy. And I was really excited to get married and

walked down the aisle and I was so happy. He had gotten in the shower and she was really upset.

She wanted this thing from the car.

So I grabbed his keys off the counter.

His car was like fairly messy.

So I'm kind of like moving stuff around.

I'm like not finding this toy.

And I see this yellow folder and it's shoved under the seat. I just kind of think, what's that? And I

pull it out and I open it up and nothing in life could have prepared me for what was in that

folder or what he had done or who he really was.