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|Comentado por polfswzng, 24-04-2012, 07:28 (UTC):|
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|Comentado por Arbin, 22-04-2012, 19:42 (UTC):|
I almost mriraed the wrong man. I loved him, I just also knew he wasn't the one. When he asked me to marry him, we were still in the thrill of the new relationship. We moved across the country together after only 5 months of dating and lived together for five years. I was there when his sister got mriraed, I was the aunt to her children and I was sure that the nagging feeling in the back of my mind would go away or was just my inability to commit to anything. We had traditions on holidays, mutual friends, pets together, joint finances, and a family business we took over. We were mostly happy and when we weren't we worked together to make it better. He was a good man and my best friend. I thought I had unrealistic ideas about how love was going to feel. I was scared I would let everyone down if I left and I couldn't even define a real reason for leaving. But I can tell you that when I put on my wedding dress to show my best friends and burst into tears, I knew I couldn't do it. It is hard to leave something that is comfortable and good. If he had cheated or hit me or even been unkind, it would have been easy to leave. In the end, I had to face that this lovely life we had just wasn't what I wanted and it was one of the hardest things I've ever done.