Love lost and a LLBean handbag

Love lost and a LLBean handbag

                 I still see Sam, the rescue dog from SPCA, flinch in his sleep. I haven't seen that since the months after we got him. He had been abused and was found on the the side of a country road almost starved to death. It took months for him overcome the abuse. Now all the stress is back. His skin is rashy red and a patch of hair is missing where he can bite the same spot over and over, even though I can't see any fleas through his white fur. The breakup that so many people in my husbands life find amusing or justified, is more than just the gossip to giggle about over the water cooler. I am a human being that was in the hospital while my husband was trying to get a date from two co workers in the same hospital that he married me in, in the chapel. It was a sweet emotional small service, I cried and I watched him tear up when the reverend said in sickness and in health. It was two days before my hysterectomy by a cancer specialist. I married him with my Mothers wedding ring, I thought it would last forever and I used her ring. Now what? I have a nasty break up, so nasty that the big screen tv was smashed on the back porch just so I could not keep it. I have bills that didn't get paid way before I was rude to his best friend. I have a LLBean handbag monogrammed with "Mrs Sidell"; I wanted to carry my love for him, out there, huge, in big letters. I wanted in sickness and in health, until death due us part. Not marry me when I have tumors then try to get a date while I'm in the hospital, still thinking he is my husband and reading the intent to divorce on Facebook when I finally get released. Everybody has problems, why can't therapy be a solution instead of hate and gossip. Therapy is cheaper than divorce. I know all the fix it solutions are gone, but I still have a broken tv to clean up, a handbag with a name I don't get to keep, and my Moms wedding ring for a marriage that died as abruptly as a tornado. Now what?