nannaA and others, I can't help when I read these thinking "you only live once" and for how long must a person live their life through someone else, or be someone you're not? I'm thinking of a very good friend of mine and her life (this is the short version): married very young, husband was an alcoholic, had affairs, she left him and went back once or even twice (the children were still in the house). He sobered up, they were together in their later years, he died, so she was a widow. She remarried after about 7 years, I think swayed in part by the lure of financial security, and it was a disaster - her new husband had wined, dined her and seduced her but then turned out to be a controlling depressive, who resented her spending time with her children. She phoned me and said she was leaving him. Because they hadn't been married very long I said "What, are you sure?" etc. She replied simply: "I can't be unhappy again". And she left. Since then, it's like the young woman I knew many years ago is back. Impecunious, but what the heck. She's happy. Priceless.