here is one of my previous posts. It was basically this. When we got married I was 24 and she was 28. There was even one point in our relationship that she was 30 and I was 25. She has a son. I did a lot in a short matter of time. I became "dad". I often became overwhelmed with all the responsibility of a home, a family. Often I would look at my friends who were dating and married but with no families and doing all kinds of fun things. I got a little jealous. I looked at the "greener" grass or so it seemed. Slowly but surely at around age 27 I began to accept and chereish what I had and my identity was changing. It took a few years. At times befofre that kim was the one who came at me... who pursued me. And just as it goes I rejected her a little. But by the time I came around she would say... your not doing these things because you want to your just doing them to make me happy and then if I become happy and accept them then you will go right back to the old ways. So I did change but in her mind it was too late. The hurt had already been done and there was no going back. She often said "I wish I could meet you right now" at the very end of things. I pursued SO hard. I didn't trust. And I got caught in the me pursuing / her rejecting trap. Everyone tells me "time heals all" I think that when she thinks of me she just feels anger. I did a poor job of letting her go, of detaching. It was because I wanted her to know that I was and AM serious that I got hit in the head with the 2x4 and really was true blue. This is a little of a "self blaming" account but I have got to take responsibility for my end. On her side is a little shallowness... a little grass in greener... and the typical WAW psychology. Here is an account. Mind you... I have pics from one year ago where you can just see how in love we were. It is hard b/c I say "12 months ago......" one of my old posts a summary of my sitch
