Lisa, Andy-what you said Lisa made me cry-i want to read that to my Hfor him to see what this does to a R. The constant strain-the constant effort-it's tiring and takes it's toll on us all. There is a Beatles song about in the end the love you take is equal to the love you make-or something like that and I'm thinking there is not formula here-there is no sence of justice-I know what you mean about the innocense being stolen from you. I greive so much sometimes I think I will surely die from it-it's all so sad. Love should not be this complicated-I want it back the way it was when we were first in love and we were each other's everything. We lived to see each other. I always wanted it to be that way, and still do but something has been lost for you and I Lisa. And even for you Andy. What does it matter how it's lost if it's lost? I don't want part of my love to be lost somewhere-I want it back-every last bit of it. Rachael M.
