It was about this time six years ago when my husband left. Although in many ways I'm stronger and better, the repercussions still vibrate through my life. In the midst of something wonderful, I can feel the stirrings of fear seeping into my thoughts, the beat of insecurity pulsing through me, and the blending of sorrow and hurt spilling over my heart. Sometimes it comes at the oddest times; sometimes it almost makes perfect sense. The hurt and sorrow have dulled, but the insecurities and fear have not. If anything, at times, I think they have increased. And it drives me crazy! I don't want to live with the repercussions of someone else's actions—I have all the repercussions of my own actions to deal with, thank you very much.