The point of my saying this is that at the time, we were split up and both on our own way. There was no love between us. Then she turns up pregnant. I decide to push for marriage, to make the best of a bad situation, not wanting to have a kid floating around in the world somewhere, to do the right thing, what ever. The fact remains that whatever love we have been able to develop has been over the few good times we’ve had, and centered on the kids.
I chose to go out with her, to sleep with her and have a good time. When the personality clashes began, we split. I never intended to marry her. She will readily admit that if it weren’t for the kids, she’d have left years ago. So would I. I do not, nor did I ever adore her, find her the most attractive woman on the planet, feel I couldn’t live without her, etc. There was no trick. Sh*t happens, we both fcuked up and now we are both trying to deal with it. Our relationship has held together this long out of our fears of abandonment, our love for our kids, and mutual respect for the positive aspects of each other. This last quality is what holds whatever slim hope we have for a future.
