Bob,
Exactly one year ago today, I was barely able to function. Although my Dday had been 16 months before yours, I was not far along the recovery path. I could not get a grip on my pain, and had actually become more depressed as the months slipped by. I had become very comfortable in the "victim" mode, and my thoughts were very negative. I felt that I was not strong enough to do the hard work of recovery, not strong enough to divorce him and ruin my kids lives, not strong enough to keep on living. But I couldn't be obvious about taking myself out-I wouldn't want my kids to face that- so I was thinking about all curvy roads around here- and what no seatbelt, a high rate of speed, and an old pick-up truck could do to get me out of my pain. A nice big storm was on the way, so as I was waiting for the roads to get nice and slick, I logged on to MB.
I read your post, and it seemed like I had been physically kicked in the stomach. This poor guy halfway around the world is in the same spot I am! Something clicked in me that night-and I realized that the curvy road I needed to follow was in my heart. And that I had to take it slowly, with my husband.
So now, one year later- I wanted to thank you for that post. I want you to know that my family will say a prayer today for you and your family. Most importantly, we are giving thanks for those few inches that spared your life. Over this past year so many people have been inspired and helped by your struggle. It is chilling to think of what might have happened, and the void not having you here would have created.
I know things are tough now w/ Squids mom. But its wonderful you are at the head of your family, leading them through this sorrow. It could have been so very different.
God bless you Bob Pure.
