I had always enjoyed going to yoga classes. After my mother died, however, I no longer had the strength or want to go to the yoga classes. Mom was my best friend, and confidant. I felt lost and alone without her. I knew my mom wouldn’t want me to behave like this, and I was well aware that my husband was feeling neglected and just as lost. One evening, he told me he was taking me for a ride, but I argued with them. He told me he was not going to put up with any arguments, and walked me out to the car. We went about 6 miles, when he pulled over. I recognized the yoga studio immediately, and refused to get out of the car. He turned off the car and sat there. I couldn’t believe he was being so stubborn about me getting out of the car and going into the yoga studio. He set the child locks, locked the doors, locked the windows, and sat there looking out the window. I screamed at him to unlock the doors and windows and let me out, but he ignored me. After 20 minutes, I asked him why he was doing this to me. He told me that yoga classes always calmed me down, and it was time for me to get back into life. It was her mom that passed away, and not me. He wanted his wife back, and if that meant getting me back into relaxing through yoga, that’s what would have to happen. I held out my hand to him and asked if he would go into the yoga studio with me. Between my husband and the yoga classes, they saved my life that night.