I was married for thirty years not happy ones at that. One day I decided I could take no more, I walked out the door. Women in my husbands life, I was the one he married I was his wife. Four years he wanted to reconcile, but my pride was much to strong. In turned he walked out the door never to return. Nine months later he was gone to Heaven he was bound. For an unseen night, that took his life, hit and run is what was told, my grief my sadness, I died inside that day. Then God sent me some one else to take his place, but my grief was to much to bare. So my new love he decided. He walked out the door. He could take no more , a double dose of pain I myself am to blame.