Balancing Act: I Had to Start Over at 50

One day my husband called and told me he wasn't coming home -- ever. He meant it. We'd been married for 25 years. My stomach felt like gumbo, there were so many things sloshing around inside of me. I was hurt. I was petrified about moving on. Still, the worst feeling was the betrayal. I always had my husband's back, side and front. But who had mine...
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