A little history

I married for the first time at twenty one.  Of course I was too young and immature.  At the time, I thought I was making a wise choice.  He was smart, and on the surface he was also ambitious.   I wanted financial security to avoid the hard struggles my parents experienced.  A few years later we had a daughter.  I adored her, but as years went by I became more and more unhappy.  My husband and I had serious financial problems, but even worse, we could not communicate.  I turned twenty nine and took a painful look at my life and marriage.  We were bankrupt, we never spoke, and I was so bitter I hadn’t slept in the same bed as my husband for a year.  I finally worked up the courage to ask for a divorce.   I almost laugh now as I recall the surprised reaction I received.  Really?  We haven’t had sex in over a year and you can’t believe I want a divorce?  I won’t say anymore than that because in spite of our terrible compatibility, my first husband is a good man and a really great dad.

 I was the one to move out of the house because my mother-in-law had retired early to come live with us and help out so we could both put more effort into school and career.   I would have left a few years sooner if not for the realization that for the good of my daughter, she would have to stay with her dad and grandma if I left the marriage.

 
About nine months after I moved out, I met M.  I wasn’t legally divorced yet, but I had really left the marriage years ago.  My relationship with M moved very fast.  He was so charming and everything was so perfect.  Amazingly, everything I liked….he did too!  We were so compatible!  He had just broken up with his fiancé and I had just broken up with my husband.  I liked him, he liked me, and it was perfect!  Yeah....right.