so my sweet life exploded into a billion pieces which i now am trying to madly paste back together into some semblance of normality
since my last post my 25 year marriage burst into flames and died a horrible death. sadly i found out that this was my dream, while his dreams centered more on a girl of childbearing age. while i struggled over the next few months, i realized that far from being the end of the world, that it was a new opportunity to create a life that suited me. i finally would be free of the horrible burden of trying to make him love me again.