So I fell in love.  He was my opposite in so many ways.  I  thought that would make things exciting.  So after some time we (3 years) we got married.  After a short amount of time I began to see that things had gotten out of hand.  The bond that we once had was diminishing.  So  I backed off.  I was afraid it was me.  I was afraid that my personality and flirtatious nature was surfacing.  Didn't know if  I would be able to control it if it did.  But you know, that wasn't it.  I  had no clue what it was.  I only knew it was wrong.  It didn't take long for my husband to become aggrivated with me.  I shut him out.  I figured I could work it out on my own.  How could I even begin to tell him that I thought something was terribly wrong with us when I didn't even have a clue myself.  So I workeed on it and thought about it and just held on.

Months went by. Things just  sour.  Our physical relationship, our communcation....just bad.  Now I loved my husband.  He was what I thought was the one.  You know, the one with the shoe that you left at the dance.  When we met I was 29.  My daughter was seven.  All the years of her life it had just been me and her.  She had depended on me and I had done nothing but love her the best I could with what I had.  I enjoyed the time that we had together, but was happy that I would have the counter part to complete the family unit.   Somehow things just weren't working out.