I met my current husband 13 years ago at my after school job. He was sweet and funny. We could talk for hours about nothing and still have a great time. He had been hurt in previous relationships and was scared of his feelings for me. I went away to college a few months after we started dating. He was worried but we thought we’d give it a try.
4 years of college went by without a major breakup. We had our share of battles but we kept at it. We had some side friends while apart but stayed close.
I came home. He went away to boot camp for the Army Reserve.
He came home. I went to the Army for 3 years.
I came home. He was sent to Iraq.
So many separations, we could barely figure out how to live together.
3 years later….. we are separated. Nobody’s fault I guess. He came back from the war alot different than when he left. I suppose I was different too.
This is the short version of our tale. We grew in different directions and could never figure out how to pull things in order. I’m the one who left but the fear of starting over is incredible. While I believe that I will find the adult man who was meant for me, the waiting is sooooo hard. The soon to be ex and I are still friendly (for the most part).
I’ve started the online dating game… oooh so much to tell!
