When I met my H--I was stationed on an Air Force Base in my home state. He asked me to marry him when he got an assignment to Okinawa, Japan. It was a good assignment but I did feel homesick a lot but not lonely because of his company and because the military provided a supportive environment. But things got tougher when we left the military--we ended up on the other side of the country from where I grew up. There were times that he did not acknowledge how hurtful the divide was for me. This has caused a lot of problems for us. At times, he has been the type who doesn't want to hear any complaints that he can't fix. Once we moved to where we are now -- budget restraints, our children's lives, etc. made it impossible to move back. If he had just been better about letting me express my deep distress--that would have helped a lot.
I never sat there pondering--if he was the "one"--it was simply a case of--when he asked--we couldn't get enough of each other--I was spending 5 nights a week at his place--there was constant sex--adventures camping and all sorts of things--I said "yes" because he showed me a better time than any other bf had.....
But as I think about what I wrote this morning--I do think he is the "one". I am in my fifties and sometimes I think if I could go back in time--I would want to return at the moment I graduated college and got my AFROTC commission. That was a wonderful time for me and it was before I met H but if I redid that part of my life knowing how it went--I would still want to introduce myself to H the moment I finished my initial specialty training and started working at the base where we met. Because I know how sweet he is. So I would still want to be with him despite everything that has happened to us.