EDIT: OK...one thing I think I need to add here...just for clarity. When I met my husband, I was old enough to have had my heart SMASHED INTO PASTE more than once. So, I'm not coming to this discussion with a lifetime of gumdrops and rainbows. I'd been engaged before, and dropped when his family disapproved of me. I've travelled the world with a man and been abandoned on the other side of the world. I *KNOW* what it's like to be betrayed. But now, in this life-space I'm in, I feel like writing thank-you cards to all the jackasses who made me miserable back then - for two reasons. Firstly, for leaving, so I could be free to meet this man I'm so in love with now. Secondly, for teaching me just how RARE a good man is, and to thoroughly appreciate this gift.