I had such big dreams when Mike and I married. Jason, who's my best friend's husband, tried to warn me, but I knew best. I was so young and idealistic -- and dumb.

    Every time I look at the pictures on the wall over the sofa, I realize how much was stolen from me. Oh, I could blame it all on Mike, but I allowed him to continue his "indiscretions," put up with his not being a fit husband and father. What is the word that is thrown around? Enable? I was an enabler because I didn't do anything to change the life I endured.

    I'm surprised the lying photos of a smiling bride and groom, of a seemingly happy family, of beaming children and parents don't fall off and shatter.

by Torri