At age 21 I got married, with stars in my eyes.
I was excited about the whole idea of marriage and commitment.
I was finally going to have the fulfillment of all my romantic dreams.
From the fancy wedding dress to the white picket fence.
I was really looking forward to a life of love and kisses, with great sex.
I was ready and willing to be a perfect wife and homemaker.
And Lord knows I tried.
But I certainly wasn’t perfect…and neither was he.
So, it didn’t work.
We were not happy with each other.
We didn’t know how to resolve issues, so we just swept them under the rug.
They built up to a big mess, that we tried to avoid.
The kisses and sex were lukewarm at best.
We tried therapists, self-help books, friend’s advice, everything we could think of.
After 20 years we gave up.
I was a single Mom for 4 years.
I was committed to figuring out how to “do love right.”
I did personal growth programs. Read lots more self-help books.