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The mystery: Chapter 13 - Salvador's miracle

Thursday, November 25, 2010

Chapter 13:

Salvador Son slept through that fateful Saturday morning. His parents had argued before. Sleeping for 16 hours at a stretch, their arguments were just part of the background noise. But this time, when he awoke, the world was different.

Salvador knew a few basic things: he knew his body hurt, but he'd been observing the effects of the various treatments they had tried. He knew that while he had some very low times when he had wondered whether it was worth going on, he had found reasons that made living worth it. He knew that his mother had struggled with and made a difficult choice: no, two. He felt it was time for him to start making some choices, too. He couldn't stay in that basement forever. And he knew that he did NOT want to live his life the way his father did.

The morning after the big split, Salvador came out of Helen's basement and announced, "Mom, get your coat, we're going to go join a gym." He then proceeded to select a personal trainer. He was following through on the advice of Dr. Special!

Helen had to drive him to the gym, and that didn't hurt HER stress levels a bit. While he met with his personal trainer, she worked out herself. Working out gave her the motivation to also eat healthy. Helen had a couple of follow up appointments with Betty Balance to discuss what had happened, and she bubbled a bit: Salvador was indeed doing what Betty had said. He was figuring it out for himself.

Betty and Helen bid one another "good-bye". There wasn't much more Betty could do for Helen. Not that Helen didn't still have things to work through, but she had already made two major changes in her life, and had learned some skills to deal with what was to come.

Over the next year, working with that personal trainer, Salvador lost weight and became fit. The following Summer, he tackled learning to drive and got his license. Then his GED. He signed up at a community college and chose to study psychology. He joked with his mom that he chose that field because both his parents were "crazy".

How healthy did Salvador become? Healthy enough to reject the initial diagnosis: you don't get "better" from what they had labeled him. There were no signs of that any more. Healthy enough to pass the Army physical fitness test before going to basic training.

Looking back, Helen saw the whole thing as a miracle. She saw the hand of God working even when she was angry with God. She saw that God had worked in Salvador's life even when he said he didn't believe. Her heart was full of gratitude.

Even the epilogue for Harried Husband (now ex-husband) has some bright spots: once Salvador Son got some of his training behind him, he was able to talk his dad into getting some help. That story is still unfolding.

What about the mystery we started with? Was it ever solved? Who were the evil antagonists who were stealing Helen's health? Were they stopped forever, and jailed? Did they reform and stop punishing Helen?

Well, they still inhabit Helen's life... but there's a new voice in the mix: Helen herself has found an identity separate from Carrie Careerwoman, separate from Polly Perfectionist, separate from Debbie Denial. Helen has become more astute about recognizing the difference between her own thoughts and these so-called friends. She weighs what they say... and makes her own choices. She owns her decisions.

And that's about as good as it gets.

- the end -

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PENNYAN45 11/28/2010 7:39AM

    I've been busy with Thanksgiving guests and events - and did not get to read this final chapter until just now. It's good to see the mystery resolved --and with a happy ending. Thanks for sharing the story.

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PATRISNA 11/26/2010 1:51PM

    Thank you Barb. This was a great story and I loved the ending. I hope you had a wonderful holiday.


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REJ7777 11/25/2010 3:02PM

    How very appropriate that this last chapter is published on Thanksgiving Day!

I believe that God is at work in our lives, both when we see it and when we don't. I'm so glad that things have worked out as they have for both you and Salvador Son!

I was listening to a CD by Stephen Covey on the Habits of Highly Effective People. He was talking about making deposits in people's emotional bank accounts. He said one of the best deposits we can make is to "see" things from the other person's perspective. If we don't understand another person's perspective, we might make a withdrawl while intending to make a deposit! (I think he's the one who says that we don't see the world as it is, but as we are.) You did an excellent job of communicating this story from the perspective of the three main characters!

I often wonder about my worldview, and the things I'm SURE of. I think about different people and how I see them. And I wonder. We would indeed have a lot to talk about if we could have a coffee, or take a walk, together!

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MNTWINSGAL 11/25/2010 9:40AM

    I have enjoyed each installment, Barb. And because I'm a Barbara Brightside, I love happy endings!

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MSLZZY 11/25/2010 6:59AM

    Such rich detail and such a moving story! I am truly blessed to know you and I admire your honesty and dedication. Have a wonderful Thanksgiving! HUGS!

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The mystery: Chapter 12 - A Harried Reaction

Wednesday, November 24, 2010

Chapter 12:

"What is she thinking?" Harried Husband exploded, crumpling up the letter from Helen Heroine. In it, she had suggested that he wasn't welcome in the house in Hometown until he got some therapy himself. Then maybe they could go to couples counseling together!

This had to be the fault of that Betty Balance person! She was poisoning Helen's mind against him. He had to get Helen back in line... he was losing her.

Even before this latest event, Helen had been changing, and it unsettled Harried. He hadn't been happy when she started that whole weight loss thing ten years ago, but he liked her new shape. He was just disappointed that she had never done it for him! It was some thing about having to do it for herself, or it wouldn't work?

The worst of it was that Helen had left the church. When she told him over the phone he didn't want to hear it, in fact he asked her not to tell him if she had, but it slipped out somehow anyway. Helen, the one raised in the faith! If they didn't have that in common, what else was she going to change?

"She can't keep me away! I am her husband!" And he began to make plans for the trip back out. He made vague promises about counseling... he dabbled with visiting some Tibetan monks, but would not go to a traditional therapist. It was, after all, against the faith.

After several promises and timing issues, Harried showed up one night, unannounced, at the house in Hometown. Just let himself in with a key... no phone call ahead to say he'd even left Oldtown. Nine o'clock on a December evening, when Helen was about ready to retire for the night.

It was not a pretty sight... Harried had brought token items: a buddhist prayer bowl, a Tibetan flag, and he tried to tell Helen that they would do their own "do it yourself" counseling... but she couldn't force him to go to therapy. She admitted that he was right about that. By the end of the first weekend with him back in the house, she was in a puddle of tears on her home office floor after one of Harried's "do it yourself" sessions, unable to stop the sobbing.

At this point she knew. Helen knew that she would not be able to live up to what she had told Betty a year ago: "I don't believe in divorce." Helen had two choices: change back or move forward.

Helen talked with Salvador, to kind of warn him what might lay ahead. With the wisdom of his eighteen years Salvador said, "You know, mom, leaving Dad won't solve all your problems." She knew he was right, but the way she interacted with Harried, she also knew, would lead to self-destruction. She just didn't have the strength... and that was a huge disappointment to herself (not to mention her chum Polly Perfectionist)!

Helen dithered over the decision for a few months, making practical plans but leaving herself open to a change of heart... if she could only get through this visit and he would leave again, she'd have breathing room to THINK. What she really wanted was for Harried to do what SHE thought was best for him.

However, Harried really now feared he was losing Helen and was pulling out all his unconsciously manipulative methods that used to work. He didn't leave after six weeks as he used to do!

One morning in April, it came to an end. Helen said "no". Harried exploded in rage, charging her, grabbing her by the neck and backing her up against her kitchen counter. Helen had feared such a reaction, which was why she'd been careful in planning her escape. Things just escalated before she had put it into place.

Helen yelled Salvador's name. Salvador was sleeping in his lower level bedroom. But the name of his son stopped Harried in his tracks. This wasn't really who he was. Helen was so shaken that all she did was collect her purse, get her keys, and tell Harried that she would not return to the house until he was gone. If he did not leave, she would find and place of her own... it was over. This line could NEVER be crossed. And she drove away.

Harried agreed to leave, and despite one last attempt to manipulate Helen by threatening to harm himself... he did. Helen did not sleep well until she got the locks changed.

... to be continued... (Tomorrow: Salvador's miracle)

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MSLZZY 11/24/2010 7:09PM

    How frightening-not a good way to live!

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PENNYAN45 11/24/2010 11:48AM

    There are times in our lives when tough decisions must be made. Many of us have had to do it ourselves. Certainly, I have.

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LEANJEAN6 11/24/2010 7:40AM

    anxiously awaiting the conclusion here---- Its a cliff hanger!!---*S*

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The mystery: Chapter 11 - Back to the professionals

Tuesday, November 23, 2010

Chapter 11:

Salvador Son's request... no, demand... that Helen Heroine be a proper parent brought many things to mind. Greta Guilttrip told Helen she should have taken action long ago. Greta had lots of opinions!

Helen could only deal in the present, despite the weight Greta laid on her. Helen was a "project" person, she treated this no differently than she did her work projects: she threw herself into it with zeal. There was no thought to how much of her own energy and time would be expended.

She asked after the best practice specializing in Salvador's "label" in the city and found one that would treat an adolescent. And Helen then became a student of what the professionals had to tell her and her son.

Helen liked Dr. Special. He didn't pull punches. He frankly told Salvador son that while there was no "cure", Salvador could in fact make himself feel better. He prescribed physical therapy and recommended hiring a personal trainer and getting regular exercise. He handed Helen a referral for a talk therapist, to deal with the adjustment to Salvador's diagnosis.

Helen busily made the appointments for physical therapy and they gave that a try. The appointments were before Helen's already long work day. Helen set something up with the talk therapist, Betty Balance. Therapy, like medical treatment, was against Helen's religion. Helen decided to go to the first meeting alone.

Betty welcomed Helen to her office. Betty had been briefed by Dr. Special on the situation, but asked Helen to give her the description. What Helen ended up blurting out was essentially: "I don't know who needs therapy worse, the mother or the son!" And she went through half a box of tissues.

The next week Betty met with Salvador. When Harried came to town for the holidays, Helen and Harried went to talk to Betty Balance together. She was able to see how they interacted.

Harried left again, and Helen went back to see Betty. After these initial meetings, Betty gave Helen her thoughts: "Salvador is a bright kid. He will figure this out. I think the best thing I can do to help him is to help you."

Helen became the patient. Betty would ask a question or two. She would offer some service or information source about Salvador's condition, ideas to help it. But she also put the focus on one single issue: "What are you doing to manage your own stress?"

Helen sat up. Um... the automatic answer was supposed to be prayer, yeah. But seriously, church had become one more thing on her to-do list, and a demanding one at that. Betty did not judge, but commented, "Most people of faith find that helps them."

Helen continued her list of things that helped her manage stress. Helen realized that the list she had to offer was a list of things she USED to do... she wasn't doing ANY of them now! Betty suggested that Helen try to remember what it was like to be six years old, and give herself permission to act that way.

Over the next eight months or so, that's just what Helen did! She started doing things again: taking walks at noon. Getting outside more often. Eating a healthier diet. She rediscovered her public library and started reading things just for fun on her lunch break.

And Salvador? He wanted to drop the physical therapy, and Helen let him. He retreated into the lower level of the house, his own space, and played video games. He still didn't crack a school book. But he looked things up on line and read up on his diagnosed condition.

As Salvador came up with strategies to try (or as Betty would suggest them), Helen supported Salvador's choices. Among them were a chiropractor (tried, didn't help a whole lot) and a scheme to eliminate certain substances from his environment (seemed to help some, but not a whole lot, and hard to implement).

Betty gently probed Helen's feelings about Harried coming and going from her life. Betty helped Helen recognize a whole lot of other emotional elements going on in her life: anger, resentment, and a desire to control Harried's actions. Which of course, those of you healthy folks reading know is just crazy... you can't control the behavior of someone else!

Helen decided to leave the church when she realized two things: that she wasn't following its teachings, and that these things outside its teachings (doctors and therapy) were actually helpful to her! Betty was concerned that leaving this large part of Helen's life behind might cause a problem, but Helen felt free. She spent Sunday mornings walking the dog in a nearby park and felt as close to God as she ever had, maybe more. She worked her way through anger issues with God Himself, with the church, with her dad, with the way she was raised... finally able to admit that anger was there!

Helen felt good and did not want to lose this progress. When Harried started to discuss returning, it frightened Helen. She admitted to herself she wasn't sure she wanted him back. Especially if he didn't make a few changes to handle his own issues. Oh, yes, the desire to control was still there!

... to be continued ...

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PENNYAN45 11/23/2010 8:51PM

    I think many of us were fortunate enough to have had a Betty Balance in our lives during a difficult time. And thank goodness for her!
She gave us a new lens through which to view ourselves and our relationships.
She enabled us to make some decisions that were good for us. We needed someone to do that for us.

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REJ7777 11/23/2010 2:32PM

    What a treasure a good therapist is, and it looks like you found one! I'm so glad that you found Betty Balance! It sounds like she gave you "permission" to give yourself permission to take care of yourself, and then she helped you to understand what that meant.

That's what happened to me after my heart attack in January. I was working between 35 and 50 hours per week. I was emotionally and mentally exhausted. When people told me I worked too hard, I answered, "What choice do I have?" Anyway, the attack and medication made me unable to concentrate. I would think 5 and write 7. Not too good for a secretary! My doctor even mentionned the possibility of permanent disability. When I first started working part time, I couldn't do much. But as my medication was reduced, and I got fitter, my concentration started to improve. My doctor wrote a prescription saying that I could not work more than 20 hours per week. Currently, I work 20 hours at the office, and 8 hours at home (and that's how it will stay). That's enough income to pay the bills, and enough time to take care of my health! But, I needed someone to give me permission to take care of me! I told my doctor how much it meant to me to have her there in my corner with me.

God provided both you and I with caring, gifted professionnals at very vulnerable and strategic moments in our lives. I can't wait for the next installment to see what happens next. emoticon

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SWEETMAGNOLIA2 11/23/2010 10:49AM

    This is a wonderful blog. It addresses situations many of us are facing or are still healing from.

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PATRISNA 11/23/2010 10:35AM

    This really has been a good blog and as always makes me think. All of the chapters have been great.

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The mystery: Chapter 10 - Who is stealing Salvador's stuffing?

Monday, November 22, 2010

Chapter 10:

The doctor had asked Salvador Son why he wasn't going to school. Sitting in that doctor's office, Helen Heroine wanted to pick the mild-mannered man up by his white coat lapels and shake him. Her mind wanted to yell: "Can't you see how desperate I am? I wouldn't BE here if my son could function!" But of course, she didn't.

Helen's concerns about her own health flew right out the window in her concern for her child. Harried Husband was angry from a distance; he thought Helen just wasn't being a tough enough parent about the school issue. He got himself out to Hometown from Oldtown in short order to make things right.

He had no better success than had Helen. The next year was a matter of one test after another, trying to find the culprit. Harried was NOT going to accept the answer one doctor suggested: "depression". Helen had her doubts. They kept hunting.

To complicate matters, Helen's Dad went downhill. Helen's dad was a strong member of the faith, having converted in his youth. He did not believe in doctors. But he clearly was failing. Since Helen was the only one of the five siblings still with the faith, she was elected by her sisters and brother to "take care" of the situation with their dad.

Helen was torn between two worlds. She made decisions for her dad based on his beliefs. But she felt forced to make opposite decisions for her son, since the faith was failing him. This in turn made her wonder about the decisions she was making for her dad.

In October, her dad passed on. Harried felt he had to go back to the house in Oldtown. Harried and Helen made a tough decision. They didn't like having to do this, but they decided that Harried should take Salvador back and stay in Oldtown, in the hopes that Salvador would do better there.

Salvador was better for a few weeks but started to fail again as the time wore on. More doctors. More missing answers. At the end of ten months, they gave his condition a label. It was probably a label of last resort, Helen and Salvador agreed later, since the parents would not accept what was likely the real diagnosis!

The label gave Salvador the option for an Individualized Education Plan. But he really did not want to be "special ed". Helen signed him up for a remote education plan at the university high school in Hometown, explaining that he was going back and forth between two states. She and Harried then could say he was home schooling. The truth of the matter was, he never cracked a book.

Salvador, now 16, made a decision for himself. He decided he needed a parent to make some of these decisions for him! He chose Helen as that parent, and frankly told her so. He came back to Hometown to live with his mom after a year in Oldtown with his dad.

Helen had her marching orders... she had to step up to the plate and be a parent, a real parent, for Salvador.

... to be continued...

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KALIGIRL 11/22/2010 9:21PM

    A child deciding they need a parent - an interesting scenario...

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MSLZZY 11/22/2010 5:21PM

    Thank goodness he made the decision on his own and I'm betting it was the right decision for him. HUGS!

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PENNYAN45 11/22/2010 5:18PM

    It seems that Helen is presented with -- and takes on -- one big responsibility after another. She shoulders a lot-- mostly alone.

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REJ7777 11/22/2010 3:33PM

    I can identify with your concerns about your own health flying out the window in your concern for your child. I was able to forgive the pain caused in my own life much more quickly than I was able to forgive the pain caused to our son by an inadequate father. I knew that if I succeeded at 100%, it would still only equal to 50% of what our son needed, because I could never be the father. And I knew I wouldn't succeed at 100%!

But, like you, I had to step up to the plate and parent my son. I'm sure looking forward to the next installment to read how things worked out for you and Salvador!

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SWEETMAGNOLIA2 11/22/2010 11:45AM

    Helen certainly has a lot on her shoulders and I can really relate to her having to be THE parent.

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The mystery: Chapter 9 - Unhappily, Harried!

Sunday, November 21, 2010

Chapter 9:

"The world is a dangerous place. It will jump up and bite you." That was the major lesson Harried learned from his life.

Growing up, his mother delighted in reading out "awful" stories from the newspaper or sharing what she heard on the radio. Babies dropped out of tall buildings in "The City". That sort of thing.

His dad shared this world view, perhaps that was where Harried picked it up. His dad would not let his sons use the power mower, for example, even into their teens. It was too dangerous.

This belief was reinforced by the disappointments of his young life, that made a huge impact on his world view. The hurricane that flooded his family out of their home when he was ten contributed. The time he rehearsed with the church choir for a Christmas program, but then the people who had been giving him a ride to rehearsals didn't give him a ride to perform, and he was kicked out of the choir.

It was reinforced when he found himself surrounded by children who were a closed group, bonded over their religion, which was different from his, in the new neighborhood (where they moved after the flood). It was reinforced when the neighborhood started to change in color and that bonded group fled to the suburbs. By the time he was supposed to go to high school, his inner city school was a nightmare.

He stopped going to school, withdrawing from life. Eventually this resulted in a visit from the truant officer. Even his health failed him: he had terrible headaches, and pains in his legs that could not be explained. His parents took him to doctors, even to quacks when the regular doctors could not figure out what was wrong.

It was into this dismal life that hope arrived on the wings of a neighbor woman's faith. She believed that prayer alone could heal. Harried admired her, and began going to Sunday school, and studying the teachings of this faith. He found that this helped him to function in a way that nothing else had up until now. He went to night school to get his high school diploma, finding that he got on better with adults than he did with people his own age.

But life continued to reinforce the negatives. He had a low draft number, and he was on the train on his way to college when the "Greetings" letter arrived in the mail back home. As soon as he graduated it was off to Army training as a draftee.

In the Army, he learned that he wasn't able to keep up physically. His flat feet kept him at the rear of the pack, "with the fatties", as he later would describe it. In the jungles of Viet Nam, he sent his mother letters telling that he prayed each day to not have to shoot anyone. He was wounded, a rocket hitting the vehicle he was riding on. Had it veered the other way, it would have been his name on The Wall, rather than a buddy's.

After that horror, dumped by the Army after the war, he had trouble adjusting. His negative view of the world was now reinforced by the job market. Harried left a job after a year, anxious over his personal safety on the job.

It was at this point that Harried went to a church conference in Boston and met Helen. Helen's outlook on life was so different. Harried and Helen exchanged addresses at the end of the conference and began writing to one another... Helen's letters were full of everyday doings from the Midwest... everything from movies to school classes she was taking to carving pumpkins with her kid sisters. It seemed so wholesome and upbeat... always upbeat.

Over several years, Harried moved to the midwest, they exchanged visits in a long and unusual courtship. Eventually, with that faith being the thing they had most in common... they married. Harried moved to Helen's town, and they set up housekeeping. Only then did the real learning about one another begin.

... to be continued ...

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PENNYAN45 11/22/2010 5:09PM

    Poor Harried. Helen brought sunshine to his life.

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GOHUSKERS2 11/21/2010 5:00PM

    I hope Harried has a happy ending.

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WALKINGANNIE 11/21/2010 12:45PM

    People's lives - and family life - are / is so complex, especially where they intersect with other peoples' lives.

You have been very fair in presenting Harried's back-story so sympathetically.

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JHADZHIA 11/21/2010 10:36AM

    How you were brought up in your childhood really does affect how you live your life, unfortunate.

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KALIGIRL 11/21/2010 8:39AM

    Unhappily Harried - perfect name for the chapter.
One wonders if childhood experiences, reinforced by later life, can ever be overcome. Add to the mixture seeking a spouse to provide the acceptance one never received from a parent and the stage is set.
Artfully, I might note, in your writing.
Namaste my friend.

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BZYBOYSMOM 11/21/2010 8:39AM

    You really are talented!

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SWEETMAGNOLIA2 11/21/2010 8:23AM

    Helen and Harried no doubt thought their love would overcome all the defects formed in their earlier years. Only as "the real learning begins" and harsh reality sets in are their eyes opened...

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MSLZZY 11/21/2010 8:07AM

    Such a great story to be told-hugs!

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REJ7777 11/21/2010 8:01AM

    You are a gifted author. I can't wait for the next installment!

We never quite know what we're getting into when we get married. The union of two lives with different world views, backgrounds, sexes (usually), temperaments, etc. I was in high school when I fell in love with my husband. I met him the week after he ended his service in the US Air Force. I was still in high school. He was the love of my life, and we got married 3 years later. God blessed us with a son, who was only 18 months old, when my handsome, police officer husband left me for another woman. My world came crashing down. I almost committed suicide with his gun. I was crazy with grief and thought, "you killed me emotionally, might as well finish the job". Then he'd realize what he did, come home, and everything would be OK. Only one problem, I'd be dead. (I really was INSANE with grief!) Even my beautiful baby was not enough to make me want to live. (He'd have only one parent anyway, might as well be his dad.)

The ONLY thing that brought me through was my faith, I cried out to God for peace, and He answered my prayer. I cried my way through the next two years in the US, then moved back to Canada to be near my family. It took awhile for the depression to lift, but I slowly came back to life. And one great blessing from that ill-fated union is my wonderful son.

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