What Doesn't Kill Ya

Five weeks from the stork dropping Lefty on our doorstep, The Eighteen-month-old Precious broke its femur which landed it in a cast from its toes to around its waist for a month.  At the same time, Hunneypunkin's boss broke his almost entire self which landed Hunneypunkin filling in the blanks at work every waking minute till stork night.  This left me and my basketball belly taking care of The Broken-baby Precious all by myself.  In the middle of Ice Storm '96.  I'm not making this up.
My good friend (or whatever), Dromiquine, determined--against the pediatrician's and orthopedic surgeon's diagnoses--that the fracture was a result of my failure to provide adequate nutrition to The Precious, and told our friends and family so.
One year in my twenties, I decided to bake myself a birthday cake.  It was, after all, my birthday, and the children weren't yet old enough for Hunneypunkin to order them to bake me a birthday cake and then take credit for it, so I had to take care of myownself.  I mixed up a thick and rich and chocolatey batter and preheated the oven.  The preheating oven started to smell weird.  I didn't know Hunneypunkin had sprayed oven cleaner and left it to do its wonders.  Hunneypunkin sent me to the park with the babies while he tried to air the toxic smokey fumes out of the house and cool down the oven and clean out the toasted oven cleaner grime.
My sister-in-law Hatesme found the situation quite humorous and told me she was a very lucky wife whose husband always took her out for her birthday, plus she was ever so sad for me that I didn't have a self-cleaning oven like she did.  That made me feel WAY better.
A few years ago, I was terminated from my beloved job.  Though I adored my job, losing it would have been a relief, because I was about to drop dead from three years of migraines and chronic sinus infections...except that we'd bled our savings dry while Hunneypunkin had been out of work for ages, and his unemployment had run out--the day before my termination.  Not even kidding.  Dromiquine and my sister-in-law Hatesme agreed that they were SO glad they weren't in our shoes.
If it's true that what doesn't kill you makes you stronger, then after some of the incredible experiences I've survived and the inconceivable people who have taken the opportunities to kick me when they thought I was down, I oughta be tougher than Jeremy Renner.  I'm absolutely invincible.  True story.  There's absolutely no way at this point that I can possibly be vinced.  You've been there too, I know it.