It’s not going to be as good as you think it will be, it’s immeasurably better.

I’m not sure where I found this but it obviously caught my attention and I had to write it down.
"GOD’s purpose for you is simply perfect. HE wants to show you things that only you can understand by living what you are living and by being in the place you are now."
All I can say is that I hope that is true and that there is a pupose to all of this because what I’m presently living and in the place I am now, is leaving quite a bit to be desired.
This is directed at those that may be lurking on the fringes of this forumn. Those who are still suffering from HBS and have families. Especially the older ones. Some of you are stronger than I am, others not so. I pray for us all!!
When I realized what had been haunting me all my life, it was like a huge weight being lifted off my back. I finally had an excuse for all the stupid things I had been doing.

But then a new problem.

Here I was, married for 38 yrs. I had a loving wife, a really nice home, a dog, two wonderful daughters ( on their own), a good job, and some friends. We went to church at a very small parish and were on the parish council. Living the American dream!!
As I looked down the road I was contemplating to travel, I realized that I stood a very good chance of loosing it all. My spouse had always been the center of our family and social life. Our lives revolved around her. Well, at least mine did. I started to realize that every single relationship I had, was going to change, one way or the other.
I kept telling myself that I could stop at any time. (NOT!) I also believed that love would hold my marriage together. Every step I took was weighed and I cried because I could see it taking me further and further away from her. Tearing apart all we had built over the years.
Four years later, I was alone when I confirmed my surgical appointment. I was ecstatic. :extrahappy:
Then the enormity of what I was doing struck me and I realized that this could be the the “last nail in the coffin”. I cried for hours…
As much as I hoped and prayed, I think, deep down, I knew how it was going to turn out and I thought I was going to be strong enough. I wasn’t!!
At age 63, I found myself alone. No home, no one to share my life with, trying to build a whole new life.
I had no idea how much I had depended on her. She was my rock, my reason for being.
We had talked of growing old together and taking care of each other…
Thanks to HIM, some friends and prozac(

), I’m still here.
I’ve heard that 9 out of 10 marriages do not survive the ravages of HBS. I think the odds may be even higher. The only ones that I personnaly know, that are still together, have children.
I would not wish this on any one. For some of us, the cost is hideous. The pain we cause, the loss involved …
Am I sorry that I undertook this journey??
I’m sorry that I HAD to!! However, there is no denying that I am Rachel. I am who and what I was meant to be. I only wish that I had come to that realization at a much younger age!!