This is a long story, but I will try to make it as short as I possibly can. You can always scroll down and skip ahead if I start to bore you. Prior to an event which happened a couple of years ago, I was a happily married woman with two happy kids whom both my husband and I adore and place as our highest priority.
My husband and I met in college and were inseparable from that moment on. We had an intense chemistry, open communication, respected one another immensely, and were deeply committed to creating a strong, stable marriage conducive to raising a happy family. I was never unhappy, and I never thought that he was either.
We got married a few months after college graduation. I worked while he went to school, and in turn, once he was practicing, he worked and supported me while I was raising our children. I honestly believe that we were incredibly happy for over 15 years.
We both worked hard, but we were very conscious about making time for one another. We traveled a lot, made weekly date nights, had a very nice sex life (or so I thought), and laughed a lot. I constantly thanked my lucky stars for this man and our family.
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