Finally, I am going to get it out. I had been married before but found the only man I really loved--fell in love with (and I believe "being in love" is different than just "loving"--in my mid thirties. We had the friendship, the romance, the absolute awesome intimacy, and, also something important to both of us, Christianity (praying and reading the Bible together). We had it all. I don't know when it started, but not a woman, but something began to take his interest more and more away from me and on something else. Also, I believe mental illness, and him helping me all the time, I'm sure added to the fact that getting outside of everyday reality was a blessing. I don't want to conceal here what the "interest" was, but I will divulge it to anyone who is curious enough to PM me. It then came to a point that he was going away for days and nights at a time--the longest being 5. This was for a year. I always welcomed him home and was glad he was safe. He finally decided it was unfair to me and leave permanently. The changes this brought into my life were incredible. I was told by a lawyer that I would be responsible for his debts if I didn't divorce him. So, I reluctantly did, but kept his name, because to me, it made me feel close to him. We began talking on the phone after a while, and there was light discussions of getting back together. He didn't call for a while, and I got a voicemail message from his son one day. When I spoke to him, I almost fell over. He died of a heart attack. Now, almost 15 years later, I find myself living in the suburbs when I was in the city. My sister took me in because I couldn't afford my own place on disability. All together I dated 22 men--most of them only once--and found that my initial reaction of not wanting to be with anyone else but him--was dead on right. The dating world today is to me A JOKE. Most of the time, a man shouldn't ask, would you like to go here or there. THE MAJORITY OF MEN SHOULD HAVE NOT ASKED ME OUT--THEY SHOULD HAVE ASKED ME IF I WANTED TO HAVE SEX AND CUT TO THE CHASE! At 57, I am alone, miserable, and I find, especially being disabled, that I am just waiting for God to take me Home.
DO I MISS MY EX? Yes, I do--and I miss the life I had also!