I never imagined at 23, I'd be waking up nearly divorced and be totally satisfied with my life. Or that I'd fall in love with someone that made everything else in every other relationship pale in comparison.
At 23, I never imagined myself being in a relationship with someone 25 years my senior. And let me tell you this, when I look at B, I don't even think about it. He isn't Mr. Romantic all the time, but he is so kind to me. He makes me laugh, he loves me madly, and the little things he does for me absolutely set my heart on fire for him.
I never felt this way with J (the ex), even in the early stages of our relationship. And now I'm filled with anger and disgust every time I look at him or hear his voice on the telephone. I look back, and wonder how I stayed. How I kept at it for as long as I did. If it hadn't been for The Little Man, I think I would have left a long time ago.
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