I know how it feels by now. 1st, subtle putdowns about my habits. Then, hints here and there, that we are temporary. A blaze attitude on your side about us. And I know. I know I cant insist on anything. This is the name of the game, Nice to meet you missus Boobs! Wham! Bam! Thank you, Mam! Now I am left with my heart bleeding on the floor once again. Husband is trying to pick up the pieces, to try and see his reflection in the shards. They say there is always a choice. They say that you make your own destiny. Can I, Shall I, May I, Will I find myself again? Will I be brave enough to hunt for the treasure within?