Having recently been through this, I can relate. I loved him so much, totally. I think I loved him more then I have ever loved anyone, and I was devestated when he cheated. I think I threw up for a week. Still, if I am having a bad day, it will start up all over again. Most days I am fine, and know I am alright on my own. I can take care of myself, but then I hit a day, and I don't know what sets it off, and I will cry and cry and cry until I start throwing up again. Yep, Tyger, I have lost 20+ pounds, and peope tell me how good I am looking. I wish it had never happened. I loved my life. I love my life now, and it gets better all the time, but I'm not where I am by choice. I hope this makes sense.