Here is my story:
I met my ex when I was 21 years old. I got pregnant with my first son quite quickly and told him that I didn’t want to get married because of a baby and wouldn’t accept a hospital bedside proposal. I had a very difficult pregnancy
and went into a major depression (not because of the baby…it was a hormonal thing and I lost 48lbs went pregnant as I threw up about 15 times a day and was in the hospital on an IV getting rehydrated every week for the ENTIRE 9 months) and he
stuck by me through it all. When I saw him with our son and thought about how sweet and nice he was I agreed to marry him. When we were planning the wedding I found out I was pregnant again (on our 1st Childs 1st birthday) at
the end of October so we did a quick wedding the following February when I was a few months pregnant.
It didn’t take long for both of us to realise that our relationship was al about the kids and our great friendship. There was no passion and no “real” love….
If I hadn’t gotten pregnant originally our relationship would have probably quickly fizzled and we would have remained best friends. I knew that I should have trusted my gut feelings and not gotten married but I was afraid. Afraid of
being alone, afraid of losing as great guy, afraid for the kids…. We decide to end things before we resented and hated each other. Our ultimate goal and priority was (and still is) our kids.
He is now with a great woman who has 4 kids of her own and I am married to my true soul mate.
I know how lucky I am to have found a way to make our relationship work and how lucky my kids are to have such a great dad, a terrific step mom and AMAIZNG step dad.