My story begins about 11 years ago . . . I had a perfect life. I was married to the love of my life, we had two beautiful daughters, one was married and the other one was away at college on a full ride scholorship. We had completed building our dream home and were just starting to look at possible retirement homes to get away and spend time alone in. Everything that we had planned was coming full circle and it just couldn't get any better. Then one evening my husband didn't come home from work when he was suppose to. I waited up all night for him and when he finally came in early in the morning I couldn't ignore the warning sounds going off in my head that something was wrong. I pushed trying to find out what was going on with the hope that no matter what it could be fixed. We had survived so many odds against us and we were one month away from celebrating our 28th wedding anniversary. Finally my husband looked me in the eye and told me that he was leaving. He had to find his true love. I couldn't have been more stund if he had hit me. All I could think of was this has got to be a nightmare and I will soon wake up. This was the love of my life telling me that I wasn't the love of his. As I stared at him in shock I started feeling everything that was real in my life going away. Everything I believed in was a lie. The hardest thing for me to accept was I had no say in the matter. The decision was already made and that was it. That was the first moment I felt like I had to hang on to something but there was nothing there to grasp. That was the day my whole world came to an end and I started on a journey that I had no idea how I was going to make it and at that moment I had no desire to even try. That was the day that all love, hope and purpose was ripped out of my life.

Have you ever had one of those days where everythng seems to go wrong and no matter what you do or try it seems to go from bad to worse? Where everything that is normal and sane is on one end of a rope and you are desperately trying to hold on to the other end. Slowly the twine in the rope is starting to unravel and frey until there is only one slender thread left that you are desperately trying to hang on to. If this has happened to you then you will understand when I say . . . Welcome to my World.