Several years ago, I married the man who became my sons’ father. I don’t know if I was in love with him, but I did love him. There is a difference. I met him and I connected with him, and I was happy to find someone like him. But it soon became clear that he did not really feel the same. We were together many years, and in that time we had three sons.
We had good times and like all couples, not so good times. But I tried. Like my parents I believed that a family should be together through good and bad. Unfortunately, after a while I was the only one trying. It was a difficult time for all of us, even for him.