Its been twenty years since I experienced the greatest shock of my life. A shock so soul wretching that I can’t seem to rise above it. It should have been the beginning of a beautiful life but instead turned my world upside down. You see I was naive. I met my future husband at the tender age of 14, he was 17. He was great looking, intelligent and a hard worker. He came from a lovely family. It was that lovely family that concealed the truth of their wonderful son. He was bipolar. Except in those days, it was known as manic depressive. He also was schizophrenic. Unbeknowst to me, he was well medicated and his parents covered for her intermittent not obvious to me anyway, breakdowns. He was also highly intelligent. We were married while he was in pharmacy school. He graduated first in his class. He decided he’d rather go to medical school than earn a living. I supported this nut as well as his parents and shrink. I had no idea of the depth of his insanity until we moved out of town. Within two weeks, he developed a southern accent to match the state we moved too. Slept with a pregnant girl who was herself married and dumped me flat. Today, I got no job, very little money, poor health and the knowledge that this pig is now a practicing cardiologist. I feel for his patients and I feel for myself who just not to quite was able to rise above this.