Young Love...is there anything any sweeter? My first wife and I started dating when I was just 15 and we stayed together, played together and were soul mates in every respect. We married when I was 21 she was 20 and had almost five very happy years together. Work/school every day, us together every night (I was younger then) deep in the "can't keep our hands off of each other" stage for years (Heaven). Work was good, love was good and life was a beautiful playground.
After two years of bliss the female troubles began, cysts on her left ovary. The cysts grew and during surgery it was determined the ovary had to go, but have no fear, one was more than enough to start a family. In year three the right ovary started to cause pain and the hormone imbalance was unbeilevable, worse than any PMS and CONSTENT! It did not take long before the very sight of me set her off no matter how much or how hard I tried to reassure her, be her friend, be a good man.
A few months later she vanished, poof: waited for me to leave the apartment, packed some clothes and......gone. I find a note on the stove, don't follow me I am OK, I am at my mothers. So I call mom's house to make sure she is OK and mom tells me she has gone to stay with her friend in another state and that she does not want to speak to me. I call her friend, I can hear her crying in the background, and the friend is very insistant, "She will call you in two weeks after she has had time to sort things out", so my wife is sorting out her life, our lives, without a word from me.
I am alone in the wildderness for two weeks........