All I can say..........after 17 years being divorced, praying (in tears sometimes) to marry a brother. All those years of being alone, playing dumb, smiling when you wanted to say F off, having my intelligence insulted, handling all those problems alone, warding off "worldly" men for a brother and told how Jehovah was making a special brother for me. Feeling like there was something so wrong inside of me and changing constantly. Having the very essence of what makes a woman so special taken away. (nothing surgical) Stifled is a better word. Suffocated. Death.
I will be forever grateful my prayers were never answered.