Almost shook myself loose in my twenties. I think the biggest reason I returned to my own vomit was I couldn't bear to break my parents heart.
Coming back was pretty stupid, except for................................I met and married a woman I have truly grown to love more with each passing day. We have a great marriage on (almost) all levels. The "almost" is the spiritual side, of course. Even though she's a loyal dub, she's never been self-righteous and she's pretty liberal as dubs go. She's got an independent streak a mile wide that I love, usually . (Except when I'm not getting my way of course.) Just kidding.
I have great kids who I've tried not to screw up too badly, but time will tell on that front.
And now I get to face the very real possibility that I could have all that yanked away if I don't play my cards exactly right. And, even if I do play them right, that still might not be good enough.
So, just for this thread, I'm renaming myself.
Mixed Emotions