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Could Grief Be the Gift You Never Knew You Needed?
Love, loss and living happily ever after . . . after all
Every story has a beginning, a middle and an end. And yet, when we enter the adrenalin-fueled adventure of falling in love, time stands still while romantic love bends reality with our hopes for happily ever after.
Or . . . that’s how it is for me.
But then what do I know?
Despite the hundreds of lovers who have blessed my years with shared laughter and an equal measure of tears, I have only fallen in love twice.
My first love story spanned decades while traversing mind-boggling worlds of despair and redemption. We fell in love over a cocaine-dusted mirror. That was every bit as disastrous a beginning as you could imagine — those momentary euphorias predictably leading to anguished and dangerous outbursts of violence and rage.
But as the 80’s bled into the 90’s, recovery brought a life-saving rebirth replete with two toddlers, a dog, and a cat in a suburban house. Life was beginning anew, and my personal power surged as I turned fifteen minutes of fame into seventeen years sitting in front of television cameras shouting my truth to millions. I was on a mission to save the world from misogyny parading as prudery. My husband had no such…
