I have to say honestly that I think my H. took me for granted. He has had to go away alot, even overseas, for long periods of time. We spent 2003 apart from one another; he would come home for a weekend about once a month. I supported this, stayed behind and took care of everything (and I do mean everything) at home so he had nothing to worry about. I am very independent in this way, and although he appreciated it at the time, look at what he's doing now to show it. I almost wish I could say, yeah, I took my H. for granted, and he got sick of that and left. But I can't say that. I think it's the other way around. I'm not perfect at all, but I really did SO much for this man; too much probably.
Most of us really marry only once. First love endures, even unto our dying day. And we never really divorce.
