The man who would become my second husband was a lovely man, and he treated me so kindly – he would complement me, he would take me out to lunch or dinner, and he showed me what I’d been missing out on throughout my whole previous marriage.
He even took my daughter, who was four years old at the time, under his wing, and he gave her the fatherly love and nurturing that her own father couldn’t. I will always be grateful to him for this.
We married a few years later, and two years after that, we were blessed with my youngest daughter. I was terrified while pregnant with her, that I would not feel the same amount of love for her as I felt for her sister. I had an easy pregnancy, but I didn’t feel as excited as I did in the months leading up to my older daughter’s birth. So my fear was real!
But my fear didn’t last long – as soon as I looked into her little face, I fell in love immediately! What a relief! She was a relatively easy baby and my husband was much more supportive than my ex husband had been with my older daughter, so life was much easier at this time… in most ways…
Unfortunately, there were cracks forming in our marriage and while we never fought or had any blowouts with each other, neither of us was happy – something wasn’t right, and it was eating away at me.
It was like I had this inner voice inside, telling me that it was time to move on. My husband then gave me the “nudge” I needed (no details necessary here) that sent me on my way. This was extremely difficult because he was a great man and a wonderful father. But he wasn’t the type of husband I needed and my love for myself outweighed my love for him, so I made the very tough decision to call it a day with him.
And this is where my journey really started to get interesting…!
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