My third (19 year) marriage ended officially when I moved out in June 2004, but it was over long before that. We lived as “brother and sister” for at least two years, did counseling, etc but the emotion, the spark was long gone and gone for good. I lived alone with my cat for three months with nary a thought of reconciliation or any interest in finding anoth
So it is a hot August day and three guys show up with a truck to move out nearly everything in the apartment. I was left with a loaner TV on a wobbly metal stand, some blankets, my clothes and sleeping bag and a few odds and ends. At least I had a TV and plenty of floor to sleep on, we didn’t have a lot but now I had much less. My wife, the love of my life, after o
So I have been left alone in the apartment we shared, our first home, our daily love nest......I was crazy trying to figure out what was going on, what is she doing and why. Its true her hormones were going crazy, more than we could know at the time, and her behavior was very different and mean spirited compared to the sweet person I married. I was lost, a
Young Love...is there anything any sweeter? My first wife and I started dating when I was just 15 and we stayed together, played together and were soul mates in every respect. We married when I was 21 she was 20 and had almost five very happy years together. Work/school every day, us together every night (I was younger then) deep in the "can't keep our hands off of
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