I had met my second husband through
my best friend. She had a cousin who was
our age and he just so happened to be single. I had been invited to a party at
her cousin’s house and that’s where I met my future husband. I was not looking
to be in a relationship but my friend said her cousin asked if he could have my
number. I offered it and he called me
and he and I went on a double date. He
was a wonderful guy and I could see myself spending the rest of my life with
him. He also felt the same way about
me. We would talk on the phone often
because we lived an hour away from one another. My kids liked him and he was
good to them. He would come visit us on the weekends at my father’s house. We
had only been together six months but we were in love and could not wait to get
married. My soon to be husband lived in
Milford, DE. Since he made more money at
his job we decided that I would move to Milford. I would bring my younger son with me and we
would live with him in his house. I knew I wanted to get married for a second
time to the man who showed me how to love again and how I should be loved. We have been best friends to one another. We
had gotten engaged in August of two thousand seven. We married in June two thousand and
eight. We had a very small intimate
wedding with family and friends. We had
the ceremony in a floral courtyard at a golf course with the reception to
follow inside. We then went on a week’s
honeymoon to St. Lucia to start our life as husband and wife.
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