This is a story of women coming together in a desperate time of need.
In 2000, I was divorced after 33 years of marriage, and I did not do well with that. I went from anger to despair to totally pissed and back again through every negative emotion imaginable.
I could easily be writing this from the State Penitentiary. I was that mad when I found out my ex-husband who had promised to love, honor and cherish me through sickness and health, for better or for worse until we died, told me he had a girlfriend. I then endured three years of agony, embarrassment and pain before I came to my senses and filed for divorce.
Suddenly everywhere I turned, women were telling me their similar stories of betrayal and divorce. All of us were trying to cope the best we could, but we needed help.
So I started a small group in an effort to make the trip through this emotional jungle easier.