Physical pain will eventually dull and fade away; my emotional pain is like a cancer; it’s silent and slowly gnaws away at anything that was ever good in my life. Being with my husband has been like experiencing a living death. How can I explain it to someone who has never been through this other than to say, it’s like waking up each morning with the hope that this will be the day things will get better only to realize they won’t, and with that recognition comes death all over again. Sooner or later, you start wishing for the real thing… * * * Isobel barely made it two blocks away from her house before she broke down. Pulling over to the side of the road, she leaned her head on the steering wheel and sobbed out her relief. With shaking hands, she searched through her handbag for her phone and dialed Mason’s number, all the time praying that he’d answer. “Isobel, thank God you called. I was getting worried.” She went to speak, but all that came out was another breathless sob.
