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[faithisbelieving]

Hi All: I follow the path of Jeff223, DonH, ford, AV8R and others here at DB who tried valiantly to save their M's. The only difference is that....I filed. I was bombed in May '06; joined here July '06; fought hard for almost 2 years before filing in 12/07 for lack of trust and continued excursions outside of our marriage while we still lived under the same roof. Dealbreakers. Ironically, we still do. For only a few weeks more, I am married to a complete stranger..someone I don't know anymore.

This will be my last thread, and, I will now post in the divorced column. Thanks to all those here who have supported me for over 3 years. I hope to post only the factual experiences of the last few months (?weeks) of my marriage. I am not looking to be told how great a father I am..nor how great a husband I was or (ahem) am. I do not need to hear adjectives about my STBXW wife nor do I post things here to demonize her. It's simple:

And that's the way it is.

For thought:

But that is the beginning of a new story—the story of the gradual renewal of a man, the story of his gradual regeneration, of his passing from one world into another, of his initiation into a new unknown life. That might be the subject of a new story, but our present story is ended. –Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Crime and Punishment

Red: I find I’m so excited, I can barely sit still or hold a thought in my head. I think it’s the excitement only a free man can feel, a free man at the start of a long journey whose conclusion is uncertain. I hope I can make it across the border. I hope to see my friend, and shake his hand. I hope the Pacific is as blue as it has been in my dreams. I hope.—The Shawshank Redemption

Lester Burnham: I had always heard your entire life flashes in front of your eyes the second before you die. First of all, that one second isn’t a second at all, it stretches on forever, like an ocean of time… For me, it was lying on my back at Boy Scout camp, watching falling stars… And yellow leaves, from the maple trees, that lined my street… Or my grandmother’s hands, and the way her skin seemed like paper… And the first time I saw my cousin Tony’s brand new Firebird… And Janie… And Janie… And… Carolyn. I guess I could be pretty pissed off about what happened to me… but it’s hard to stay mad, when there’s so much beauty in the world. Sometimes I feel like I’m seeing it all at once, and it’s too much, my heart fills up like a balloon that’s about to burst… And then I remember to relax, and stop trying to hold on to it, and then it flows through me like rain and I can’t feel anything but gratitude for every single moment of my stupid little life… You have no idea what I’m talking about, I’m sure. But don’t worry… you will someday.[i]—American Beauty (d. Mendes, 1999)

Blessings to all of you, especially to those who were able keep their families whole.

FIB
Strength....and honor.