Thank you too, pilpos and everyone that shares their battles with DDJ with the rest of us. I think we all agree that our loved ones were snatched from us in the worst way. I absolutely hate to say this, but I think it would have been less tragic, for me at least, if he had passed away. At least I could have cherished the memory of every moment we'd had together, prepared a beautiful eulogy, picked out a gravestone with our names engraved on it, been able to bring flowers to his gravesite, and most importantly had some sort of closure. Instead, I feel like there's a knife in my heart every time I see him or recall some of the DDJ episodes that always included relentless accusations, hollow stares, constant weeping on my part, and endless explanations that ALWAYS fell on deaf ears. I remember desperately wanting to fall asleep to briefly escape the nightmare my life had become.
They say time heals all wounds.... I used to think, yeah right. Now I have a new perspective. I work in healthcare and last week I overheard one of our cancer care providers explain that her main purpose is to help people with cancer adjust to their "new normal". I thought, BINGO ...

that's exactly what I have to do... somehow learn from this experience and adjust to my new normal.
Good night friends. ~ Beautiful Mind