Dear Sarah,
{{{{{{{hugs}}}}}}} from me and my daughter; she read this with me. Her grandmother and her grandmothers leaders stabbed her mother in the back something similar to this 24 years ago, come August 7th (1977). We shed a tear for you and your husband and embrace you warmly.
You know, as I read it, I too, got nauseated. I still feel that pain of a severed heart. It hurts like hell. Even after all these years, that DAY is fresh. It's like a scar that gets bumped; the memory of the day the scar got there and it is a trigger that, at least for me, unleashes the pain in an even worse dose than it did that day.
If you ever feel like you need to unleash or vomit, you can always find myself and a host of others from here and around other parts of the net, to gain support and a much needed soft place to fall, on yahoo voice chat. Perhaps you've already downloaded it. There are different rooms with different agenda's. There is a lot of laughter too. But when someone "walks" in, and is wounded, we get serious fast. After awhile, you start building a support network and others "walk" in just like you and we all are there to help in whatever way we can. Much like here.
You both sure displayed alot of courage by standing up to those...(omitted)! You two are an inspiration! Get some rest and hopefully we can chat soon.
Sincerely, sKally..."wturls"/wtURLs on yahoo messenger