There has to be another way to get through this. I keep on blaming me and protecting him. To our children, our family, our friends. Even to people I don't know. But it took both of us to get us where we are. And to be honest, he wasn't very nice to me. I became a non-existent person, both to him and to me.

Does there have to be an ending in order to have a beginning?

Everything seemed to be going so well. And then I made the mistake of Feeling it. Thinking it. Whispering it. Finally saying it out loud, "I love my life!" And I am sure it was at that very instant that fate was set into motion. Like a pin piercing a balloon, all of the air slowly seeped out of my being. Again...

I don't want to live like this anymore.