I used to blog on Xanga about ten years ago. I like to journal, but since this is probably visible to the public, I will keep it brief. Being 50 years old and divorced after 30 years is difficult to say the least. Being all of that and having limb-girdle muscular dystrophy makes it a challenge. I am able to walk, still, and have wonderful Christian women who are paid to help with daily errands and chores. I still cook, attend worship, attend a Bible study, and am productive. But even with my independence and the fact that I did manage a household on a very tight budget and very little was needed to be done by my spouse outside of work, I find myself alone. It is funny that people ask if the marriage ended due to my disability, because the house was spotless, the laundry and ironing done, meals made, and errands/bill paying done as faithfully as possible. I was not disabled to the point that I could not have a fulfilling relationship. It was something that I could not control, and anyone who has repeatedly discovered infidelities and betrayals and addictions will tell you that if the person does not want to change and continues to be deceitful, there is nothing you can do. It saddens me when I read comments on discussion threads that assume that this was your failure and that if you had prayed and been faithful to the Lord, followed biblical principles, and had been obedient, you would not find yourself in this situation. No one who judges rashly and harshly has a clue what goes on behind closed doors or in each person's heart. Only God knows that. Wish that the Christian community could understand this, and not isolate, ostracize, or assume. There is a deep grief that accompanies a situation like this, and as someone wisely posted, we have a responsibility to orphans and widows, so why do we ostracize those who in essence are "widowed"?