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Jun 09, 2012, 06:54 AM
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Member Since: Jun 2007
Location: Chicago, Illinois
Posts: 5,518
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My first marriage was a disaster, but I was too young to know what I wanted and needed in life. It was tough being a single mother because my child had become my number one concern, along with caring for elderly parents. The men I dated usually only wanted one thing from me, so I eventually resigned myself to living alone for the rest of my life - or at least until my son went off to college.
After about 5 years of soul-searching, I found contentment with my life even though I was still lonely for companionship. Then I met my husband. I had such a crush on him. My heart would melt every time I saw him at work, but I kept my cool. When we started dating, I kept up my guard because I didn't want to get hurt again. I tested him, and tested him, and he passed every test. He slowly managed to whittle down my defenses, and I fell head over heels in love with him.
We've been together now for 23 years, and we'll be celebrating our 20th wedding anniversary this year. He's been a wonderful husband and fantastic father. If, God forbid, he dies before me, I can't imagine ever falling in love with someone else. If I die before him, I wouldn't want to see him all alone. However, he belongs to ME - so I'll choose his next mate from the other side. 
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