It saddens me that there are so many of us, that the trauma continues to affect us and that our lives have been twisted, torn and forever changed. I am 71 and I will never recover. I am instead a person who survives one day at a time and who has learned, despite it all to love myself - a little. I also am immensely, remarkably, lucky to have found a love that defies all sense and buoys me with joy. I wish the same for you in your relationship. It's healing and stands in stark contrast to what we were taught to expect. Still, and this is part of the trauma, I sometimes find it hard to believe even after 11 wonderful years.