I have a therapist, too, though not until Monday. I, also was with my husband for four years. I was living in Europe, feeling very proud of myself that I had escaped my family curse (my sister, my aunt, my father, my grandfather), but I guess I can still find ways of being self-destructive. My mother's upset with me, calling me 'immature'. I guess I'm supposed to suck up all the sh*t in the universe with a smile. Guess I'm feeling mighty sorry for myself right now...