It's now Friday morning, and I still feel panicky. Don't want to get out of bed. I know this is backsliding right after I thought I was doing so well. I really just want to hide in my bed all day and that is cowardly and self=defeating.

Funny how the realization that I loved my husband unconditionally for 20 years, and what he truly loved was the reflection of himself in my eyes can knock you for a loop.

Any and all opinions welcome!

ME: 54
Him: 51
M: 20 years T: 21 years
OW/New wife: 36
Sons & Daughters: 7 (ages 24-36)
Bomb: March 4, 2010
He Filed: April 28, 2010
I Contested: May 1, 2010
Standing Down: 11/24/10
Divorced : 05/04/2011