Dear Steve, I've thinking about your post all day, it strikes a deep chord in me, I've got to try to say something but it can only be words, mere words. Twenty years ago my boyfriend almost died. The thought that he could have died scares me shitless. We are mated for life just like you two. Not an item, The Item. This the idea that has echoed in my head ever since: If I die first I will be spared the misery of losing him, if he dies first he will be spared the misery of losing me. After all this time chewing up my brain now I think that, if there is any suffering to be done, let it be me, for when you really love someone, his pain hurts me more than my own ever could. Can you see what I mean ? And then I thought about Kenneth Williams, the brilliant wit who had a successful entertainment career but his life was ultimately a failure because he never got what he really wanted, a man to love. Compare that to how successful your life has been, you have known true love , it's the best feeling in the world, worth more than all the fast cars and flash clothes a millionaire can buy. Heartbreaking to think of all you've lost but at least you've been there, you know what it means to make another man happy. Here are two sayings; "better to have loved and lost" etc and "one only truly loves once", both cheesy as Mills & Boon but both completely true. This board is a good place to talk , I've gone on too long, do write again.
Be strong.