I was 42, perimenopause was beginning, I began my second teenagehood again, chaperoning my kids to concerts got me into bands which led to fansites which led to friendships which led to an online affair and a $1000 ticket to England to meet my True Love. I was definitely happy until it ended and everything crashed, I had a breakdown and eventually got my diagnosis. Never mind I was a middle aged mother of two, married for 20 yrs when it all happened. That was my crazy year. But I was happy. Oh. I got caught before I left the country thank goodness. It was truly an awful mess.