You know, as I look back I wonder too. I distincly remember the conversation we had before we got married when W told me that she had been married twice rather than once. She said it with such remorse and such outward appearing pain that I immediately was more worried about her than anything else. I remember asking if there were any other deep dark secrets i should know about and she told me no. Somehow I think I knew there was more and I just didn't have the heart to ask. I didn't want her to hurt anymore. There she was playing the victim to my rescuer already and I didn't have a clue I was being played. Then again...even if I did, I never would have expected the stuff I've learned today and in the last few months.
Stand up for what is right, even if you are standing alone.
