I didn’t love my husband when we got married. It sounds horrible to say but it is true. After a year of dating, including three months of engagement we stood at the altar, said sacred vows before both God and man and committed our till death do we part love to one another.
Looking back I realize that even though I thought I loved him, really what I was in love with was the idea of being chosen to be loved by him. I was desperate to be above all others in his heart and life, for the remainder of mine. I was nineteen; my frame of reference regarding love was limited at best and tainted at worst.
Fifteen years later I believe that…
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