Everyone who knew us assumed we would be married and live happily ever after. Nothing could have been farther from the truth. After three years of enduring emotional abuse, including two proposals accompanied by withdrawals the next day, I finally woke up.
On the third proposal, I told him to hit the road. That was the smartest thing I could ever have done. I wanted more out of life and he was not the one willing to share. After a time of not trusting any men, I finally met the man of my dreams. Today, I have a wonderful husband and two beautiful sons.
“Depressed,” do not despair. Get out and get out now. Do not hesitate. It is easy to say and a lot harder to do, but believe me, you can do this.
This is not living and it is certainly not love. You deserve so much more. When all is said and done, you will be happier and stronger. Life changed for me. I am confident it will change for you, too. — Been There, Done That
Dear Been There: Thank you for sharing your story in this letter. I am hopeful that “Depressed, Heartbroken and Missing Him” will read your words and know that she is not alone and that, with courage, she can have a better life.
Dear Annie: I have a suggestion for friends and family members who would like to help caregivers. Don’t just say, “If you need me, please call me.” The caregiver is probably not going to do that. Instead say, “I would like to come over and relieve you for a few hours tomorrow or the next day so you can have a few hours away.” This would be such a blessing to a caregiver. I’d appreciate your sharing this. — Caring