Hi Dan,
I just stumble on your thread today and I'm speechless.
OMG !!! it seems you went to sleep with someone you thought was a woman and woke up in the clutches of a witch ... it reminds me what I've been through for 3 long years.
I hope you won't mind if I share the lesson I learned from this experience.
Descent into hell:
Late 2015, right around my 56th birthday, my wife decided she hated me and started an "extramarital affair" ... to make it short she fucked somewhere else.
I didn't realize this until a few months later, in February 2016, just as I was being diagnosed with a degenerative disease that would likely land me in a wheelchair.
So I went from "happily married ultra-distance runner" to "soon-to-be-paraplegic cuckold" in a few months.
And the ordeal lasted 3 years ...
3 years to fight against the disease and gradually regain the upper hand ...
3 years of trying, first, to win back my wife, then to detach myself from her to start a separation that had all the makings of a K1 fight.
Learn to live alone :
At the end of 2018 I moved and started to breathe again ... I was alone but relieved to no longer suffer my ex-wife ... and to exist a little ... I slowly started to run again, first 100 or 200 meters only, then 1 kilometer and so on.
It took me a year to pick up the pieces of my body and soul and put it all back together.
Revival ... almost rebirth :
Late 2019, just before my 60th birthday, I met a lovely woman who brought sunshine back into my life.
I had a little trouble believing this was true, after all those years of hardship.
I also hesitated because she was much younger than me ... 45 years old only ... and I could not believe that she could have fallen in love with me.
But well ... it was not my money that attracted her since she was much richer than me.
So I ended up saying to myself that it may be what it seemed to be ... an unexpected and improbable mutual love at first sight.
New happiness:
3 years later we are still in love and living together.
My sons (who are grown adults) and her kids (who live with us part time) get along very well.
And the icing in the cake ... 3 weeks ago we ran a 25 km night trail together and we crossed the finish line hand in hand.
I'm sorry for being so long and I'll stop my story here.
I just wanted to tell you how a terrible misfortune sometimes generates an immense happiness.
Hold fast ... your chance is ahead of you.
Wish you the best of the best.
Charles
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