![]() ![]() But I’m still going out.” And out the door I went. Was that what drove me toward him in the first place? “Maybe I am jealous, Michael. After my dad died when I was nine, I’d never really felt stability at home, even though Mom eventually remarried. I thought about Michael’s family-kind, supportive, loving, always there. ![]() We got into a shouting match that ended with him yelling, “You’re just jealous of how I grew up! You’re afraid of marriage!” Michael wasn’t one to lose his temper, but that time he let it rip. One night we had a huge fight over my partying. I made a bunch of new friends and started going out after work. I told Michael I needed to get out in the world. Then our sons came along, two years apart, and another realization: I wasn’t made to be a stay-at-home mom. Michael? He came home from work, had a bite to eat, watched some TV and crawled into bed early. I liked going out, seeing and being seen. It wasn’t long ’til I realized the party was over. A big, beautiful wedding, like I’d always fantasized about, and a real blowout of a party afterward. All these years later, I could still recall that feeling. That love had been real it was so intense. My sister dared me to call out to him, and I was never one to back down from a dare. I was hanging out with my sister and some other kids when Michael drove by in a cool car. I certainly wasn’t foolish enough to think things could ever go back to the way they’d once been, when we were two kids crazy in love. I saw that now.Īnd though I’d changed a lot since the divorce, especially recently, I was content to be on good terms with my ex. Michael hadn’t known what he was getting into when he married me. We were civil to each other, but that was mainly for the sake of our sons, Johnny and Cameron. Our marriage had been over for seven years. ![]()
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