I guess in order to tell my story, I have to give some background. I am 32 years old, I am the mother of 3 children (all of which have different fathers), I have been divorced twice and am engaged to be married for a 3rd time. Glutton for punishment? Perhaps. Living life to it's fullest? You could say that.
My first child was born when I was a young 20 years old. My boyfriend at the time was a year younger than me. Although he begged me to agree to marry him and start a family, when the surprise came, he decided he still wanted to be young and dumb. Throw in some minor pregnancy complications with a dash of bed rest and he was long gone.
I met my first husband when my oldest daughter was 2. He was exactly the opposite of what I usually look for, so I thought I was being smart! Ha! The only good thing that came from that relationship was my 2nd daughter. I also learned way too much about drug addictions and how to protect myself. My usual trusting spirit was broken. He was regularly breaking in, stealing from me, making me feel unsafe... I left that marriage a very different person. I had been destroyed. Traumatized.
In walks husband #2... ready to be my knight in shining armor. He was charming (or I thought so), he was going to school, appeared to be trying to get his life together... all good things. He was also available to stay with me at a time I felt very unsafe. I was vulnerable. Perfect for him. We were together for 2 years before I got pregnant. During those 2 years we had broken up, he had gotten a DUI, and then it seemed he wanted to be better. So I gave him the benefit of the doubt. **don't do this** We decided to get married. He decided to get sober. Life seemed to be on the right path for once... until it wasn't. Turns out getting sober isn't enough for an alcoholic... treatment should follow... like counseling, meetings, working on yourself, otherwise you're just a "dry drunk". That's what he was. And he was mean. I was being emotionally abused and didn't even realize it. He was manipulative. If he was unhappy, the whole house knew it. Then the silent treatment followed. For weeks at a time. I'd beg, plead, cry... and I was met with blank stares. I got nothing.
In June of 2016 we had a new girl start at work. I was the trainer of my department, so she was placed right next to me. Taylor Rose. I felt an instant connection. I knew she was special. I just didn't know why.
We became fast friends. She was hilarious and smart. She'd had experiences that I didn't and I listened to her intently. I soaked it all up. She was the kind of person I had been craving. We could talk for hours and never get sick of each other.
I considered Taylor my best friend very quickly. I was able to open up to her. Share my life. My misery. She never judged. She listened and offered advice and an outside perspective. She was my person. And I knew I never wanted to be without her.
Taylor was fighting her own battle. She came into my life a broken person, but she had decided that she wanted to live. I was watching her thrive. She transformed before my eyes and it was the most beautiful experience.
Fast forward a couple of years. My marriage is failing... badly. He didn't want help and I was done being sad. I'm a strong person and I was allowing a man to ruin me. He was making me a miserable person. I deserved better. My kids deserved better.
I had also developed some feelings for my best friend... more than friendly feelings... I was seeing Taylor in a new light. And I could tell she felt the same.
My husband and I separated. I had started counseling and realized quickly that my marriage was not going to survive. I told my counselor that I was a crazy person. I was way too old to all of a sudden decide that I was what... bisexual? Who does that?! She of course very kindly told me that I was not crazy and that it happens more than I think. She helped me navigate through my feelings, through my tumultuous divorce, and into my new life. I made the decision to stop worrying about what my life looked like "on paper" and what others thought. I chose happiness. I chose to truly love myself for once. It has made all of the difference!!
Taylor and I have been together for a while now. She proposed to me last month and I will also propose to her soon enough (shhhhh she's probably reading ). Taylor makes me feel special, secure, happy, sexy... shall I go on? She loves my kids and they're obsessed with her. She makes our house feel like a home just by being here. She is my dream come true. And the best part?? I wasn't even looking for this relationship. It didn't start out as a physical/sexual attraction. I have loved her in many ways, in different forms, and our life together is just beginning! I have never been so excited for the future. I have never felt so secure. I have truly never been this happy. Life is finally good. Really good.
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