Last March, I came here broken. It wasn't my first time here, but I was in the worst condition of my life. I had been cheated on, lied to and walked out on. I wished I was dead. Every minute that went by was sheer torture, and I was positive that I would be beaten down, lose everything including my children and hate every day of my life from that day forward. At DF, my tears were dried. My hand was held. My backbone was strengthened. I was carried when I could not walk. I was praised when I did walk. I was treated like a best friend by scores of people I had never met. I came here desperate many times not knowing what move to make, and I got replies EVERY SINGLE TIME helping me go in the right direction. Here I was never ignored or made to feel insignificant. I was loved. Now, I live in a beautiful townhouse with my children by my side. The sun shines on me most days, although I still have needed some hand holding. I eat when I never thought I would touch another bite of food. I sleep when I thought that was impossible. I go out and have fun. I even come here once in a while with a funny story to tell rather than an urgent cry for help. Life is far from bad. Those who hurt me have not had it nearly as well as I have. Things are not perfect but--you know what--I have learned to accept less than perfection and be okay with that. DF did this for me. I will never forget that. And I lived happily ever after.