Back in my 40s, I thought I loved a man who turned out to be so wrong for me. We’d broken up at least three times during the two and a half years we were together. But while apart, an intense longing for the other would occur. It was only a matter of time before we’d come back together, celebrating a harmonious honeymoon truce. But, it wouldn’t take long for the problems that created the break up to reappear. Finally, after two and a half years, I said enough…we’re done!
I knew we didn’t belong together, but I was not prepared for how hard it would be to let go of him.