When I finally got tired of being with the wrong people I quit looking and just decided that I would be by myself. It actually wasn't so bad - being with the wrong person was worse. I was convinced, and accepted, that there was no one in the world for me. And so there I go, minding my own business, learning how to be happy by myself...a year went by, then two...and then my wife walked into my life. I recognized her immediately and even said to myself, "Wow, there she is, the woman I'm going to spend the rest of my life with." I told her a week later...didn't want to scare her off by telling her too soon.

Happily ever after is an understatement...seriously. Better than even my imagination prepared me for. There is hope.