wife number two
I had a big blowout with Husband Number Two this week about disciplining our kids. And then I had a revelation.
Once my first husband falls in love with someone else, it will be easier for me -- or so they say.
This is something I've spent a lot of hours thinking about recently. When we choose our partner, what matters the most? What seals the deal and makes us proclaim to our family and friends, "This is the one!"?
I'm not a huge believer in New Year's resolutions, but 2010 seems like a good year to start. While I resolve to treat my hurting stepchildren (who can sometimes be very rude to me) with love and compassion, I have a request for his ex.
I used to be one of those women who convincingly argue that lust, passion and sex just aren't all that important. Not anymore!
Once I told my husband I was in love with another man, we decided to go to marriage counseling. In some ways, I wish I would've chosen a girlfriend and a glass of wine instead.
Most people think Patrick and I had a torrid affair for months. They assume that because we left our spouses for each other. It's a reasonable assumption, since that's probably what most often happens. But not in our case: ours was the affair that wasn't.
A lot of you responded to my story "Don't Call Me a Husband Stealer" by calling me horribly, disgustingly selfish. And I was selfish for leaving my husband and having an affair. But I had no choice.