Is there such a thing as a third chance? It looks like I'm about to be alone again, with nothing but a 20 year old van as shelter and a part time job in a deli.

The problem with having an MI is that no matter how much people love you, they all have their breaking point. I think my husband finally found his. He's in fear of losing his job every day and he can't cope with my PTSD and MDD anymore. Don't worry though, I am a survivor. Always have been, always will be.