As I sit racked with tears I think, not for the first time how I wish I had a time machine. I would write a letter to my 16 year old self:
You will meet a man in the June before your 18th birthday. He is the man you will want to spend the rest of your life with; he will be your rock, your sounding board and your best friend.
During the summer of 2010 you will have the worse fight of your life with him. DO NOT let him storm off. DO NOT let him get onto his motorcycle.
Will this empty feeling ever leave? Will I ever go an hour, a day, a week without sobbing for my perfect Mr right? We had everything, the house, the children, two holidays a year. The fight? It started with him booking a holiday to Japan without discussing it first.