What do you do when you wake up and look into the eyes of a stranger? After 35 years of marriage, the stranger tells me he is not who I was led to believe. Not my best friend. Not the man I loved, or bore children with. He has died and the stranger has taken his place. My life for three of the 35 years is a foreign country, a lost city, an unfathomable gray area where understanding is not allowed. Knowledge is scoffed at. Loyalty, a joke. My husband is dead, but I remain the ghost. I wander through the three years in my memory and it is a dark maze, and I wonder: Who was I? What really was my life then, that was buried in lies that fell like raindrops and promises like water hitting a blazing hot sidewalk. To find love again is an impossible dream, an unreachable planet that spins in dead space. Will time rid me of the specter image of the stranger and the devastation he has left in his wake? I'll never know as I wander through the gray bottomless void. Lost in empty space as I search for my stolen time, trust and heart that I will never retrieve, never feel in this neverending gray area.
What is up with the old photos boys? You need to send NEW, fresh pics of the real YOU, and not like you looked twenty years ago. Come on! lees127
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