I try not to read or look at things from my married past. It's still painful five years later. All the things I gave up to be with him. I don't regret it, per say, but I will always wonder what could have been, had I been with someone else who really would have loved me.
When you're young, you think you are making good decisions that will sustain you. But none of it made sense then and twenty years later, it makes even less sense. I put a lot into someone and I know I did my best.
I met him in 1997, we got married in 2003, bought a house, moved to Seattle, moved to New Zealand, and after all that time, you never knew me, I never knew you, say hello, wave goodbye.
