I'll be 70 years old this February. I'd call my life a tragedy - a story gone wrong. "Of all sad words of tongue or pen, the saddest these, it might have been". My favorite motto,as I've stated often here on hubpages is from despair.com because of its black humor: "Maybe the sole purpose of my existence is to be a warning to others." I'm hoping in these last few years to triumph somehow - perhaps writing a "don't make these mistakes" kind of book or something that will help people be wiser, braver, less selfish than I was, I'm not trying to be melodramatic or cynical or ungrateful, and I fully understand that compared to the real horrors that some people experience, my "tragedy" is minimal. But.it is a tragedy to me nonetheless. I'm just stating how I really feel and I'm grateful for the question and the place here that gives me the chance to express what I can't elsewhere. I had had one wish in my life - to be the best mother and wife a person could be. I was brought down to ground when my first husband left and I became my worst self. No one should have to see their worst self. I struggle daily to return to the uncynical joyful person I once was. But the canvas I was painting was ripped by life and I couldn't stop it from ripping. My wish is that I might say one thing that would somehow help another see what I didn't see, be what I couldn't be. Please don't get me wrong. I am blessed with a wonderful new husband and my daughter has survived. We all survived. We just never thrived - and therein is the tragedy. I never became what I could have been. But the last few chapters are still unwritten and I'm trying to visualize how to make the ending spectacular and triumphant. But no matter what happens, as Leonard Cohen sings, "and even though it all went wrong, I'll stand before the lord of song with nothing on my tongue but 'Hallelujah'". As someone recently wrote about life (in a forum here, I think) "I got my money's worth." Thank you for the question, gmwilliams. Let's drink to the inexplicable craziness of it all, hold each others' hands and carry on.