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I knew I was in love with my husband when he broke up with me after a month of dating. I was a mess. I couldn't eat or sleep or think about anything but him. Hi DS! I just saw this question on your profile and I wanted to answer it this way.
I did question why. Why was he so important to me? To this day all I can think of is that there is just something about him, his eyes, his heart, his soul. We have come a very long way in the twenty three years of knowing eachother, and the twenty one years of being married. His life is my life and mine, his.
We are not lucky and it has nothing to do with any "meant to be" words. It has everything to do with our blood, sweat and tears being poured into our relationship even when we were too exhausted to do so. Our values are basically the same as is our integrity. But our spiritual beliefs and ideas on parenting. Those are the big compromises that we've had to make. We make little ones just about everyday.
There's an old song that says "let's take a lifetime to say, I knew you well" which I'm finding out is what it takes to know him. Loving him is easy. Living with him, not always. Me either.
Boy, I'm jumbled up here. It's the toughest easy question there is, isn't it? Thanks for the challenge.
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