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The worst moment of my life was so painful that less than six people know about, and I am not going to share it here. (Actually, there was a "tie" of four events that were all connected, although they happened at separate times when I was 16, 19 and 20 -- and only my husbands, very best friends, and one therapist know about them. Even my mother only knows about one of them.)
My best moment is every moment with my husband when we are both in good moods and doing something we enjoy together. (Corny, but true.)
I don’t have a lot of highs. I seldom have experienced euphoria.
I was so happy on my wedding day, but I have to rank the births of my children higher in terms of sudden powerful rushes of love. I think the experience was most pronounced with the first birth. I experienced the same feeling in 2012 when I saw the sonogram of my granddaughter. It was a sudden, almost overpowering rush of love. I didn’t know what to do with that emotion which caught me by surprise.
My dad’s death was really hard. But the absolutely worst day had to be the day DH had quadruple heart surgery, which took hours. I felt like I was having a heart attack, because of pain in my chest. It was another day of overwhelming emotions that I didn't know what to do with. Thankfully friends from church came and sat with me for several hours. One kind man must have talked to me for hours, distracting me. It was an intense experience, which I hope I never have to repeat.
Worst- my dad's suicide the morning after my 18th birthday......what a selfish prick!
Best- being the best dad I can be to my own kids every day I can. One example, one kid turned 18 so we went skydiving (they wanted to do it, you have to be 18).......so we both jumped (I've done it before).
The birth of my children were the best. Seeing the ocean for the first time, is way up there.
The very worst time of my life is when I found out for sure that my dear husband was cheating on me. Broke my heart. I thought we really had a good, not perfect marriage. I was so naïve, that I thought the lipstick on his collar was rust. Anyway, it happened and we stuck it out for 10 years, after the fact. Big mistake, we should have let it go.
Best: First solo over L.A. in our power plane, then over Hemet in a sailplane.
Worst: Suicide of younger sister. Followed by my horse being hit by a car and dying in the street on 9-11.
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