As true as those statements are it hurts to think that way. As I look back it seems like an hourglass. The sands of depression kept building up. Her episodes of unhappiness just kept getting longer and longer until finally there was no joy left when we were together.
Me: 47, Ds 17-13, D final 6-11 http://tinyurl.com/yk4e2tz http://tiny.cc/thread2 http://tinyurl.com/ydtphqu http://tinyurl.com/thread4 http://tinyurl.com/3sm78k6 http://tinyurl.com/thread6
