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Before kicking love to the curb…
For those considering walking out the dating door for good
At one point I was considered lucky by the unlucky in love.
Apparently, I’d hit a home run my first at bat.
My 20’s weren’t spent dating all the wrong guys, stranded with heartbreak, disease, or a baby. Oh no. Because I could say that my first real boyfriend became my soulmate, husband.
For fifteen years it wasn’t all good yet wasn’t all bad.
Outsiders only see the good of course. The loving father and partner. The man that doesn’t “act” like every other man publicly.
Throughout our time, I recall years of me eating three meals a day alone due to conflicting work schedules. Begging for date nights, couples trips.
I had plans of becoming more financially stable for our family, buying a new home. Key word — I.
There were so many things in my first marriage unexperienced. Unfelt, if that is even a word.
At 43 years young, still, I feel life is far from over. When the question is asked if I’d ever remarry, the answer is yes.
How could I close myself off from love? How could I close myself off from potentially experiencing all the things I hoped for in my last relationship?
