Husband Material

Husband Material

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Don't lie, Ladies. We do it too. We build up this perfect man in our heads: taller than us, making more money than us, hopelessly in love with us, as handsome as could be, and Lord, don't you dare send him to me with baggage. I have enough baggage myself. I need him to help me sort that out. Prince Charming. That's what we want. This cockiness, this absolute lack of humility within us, is why I almost let what the Lord gifted me slip on by. All because I thought I knew better than God himself what was best for me. Lennox Gordon isn't perfect. He comes with baggage, kids even. Something I have never dated anyone long enough to consider seriously. How could he possibly be perfect for me? I want to dislike and keep him at a distance, but I find myself longing for his presence, dreaming of that crooked grin that rarely makes an appearance on his face, but when it does, it's like the Northern Lights, utterly captivating. As we spend more time together, I find the notion of another woman making him smile irking me. I'll admit the word love appears in my head more often than ever. But I'm afraid that feeling is one-sided because two years ago, after tragedy, he stopped loving You, Lord, so how could he possibly have any left to love me?
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The leaving. It was hard, tragic , painful, yet it had to be done, I needed to save my life. I didn't want to start again, this would be the story of finding myself, pulling myself back together, reuniting the happy go lucky youngster I had once been. The shock of leaving took more of a toll on me than I thought it would. I had asked two people to help me move out of the house I had shared with my partner for 8 years, we had been together 23 years in total. The move was done in total secrecy, my partner could never know in advance, it was a very scary time. I had moved various things out of the house and secured a rent on a property nearby. The house I picked was near the School the children went to, and my oldest lad was going to be near his best friend. My Mother told me of the property it was advertised on the web, we both went and had a look, even that was scary, I didn't want to be seen by anyone and became paranoid that I would be caught out. For many months I lived on a new kind of fear, the fear of someone finding out that I planned to leave my abusive partner, though of course no one knew my seemingly happy, funny, generous partner was abusive. Finding the house was one thing, getting the various companies to connect the house and exchanging the information of my current address so they could varify that I was, who I said I was almost drove me mad. The day came to leave, My Mother and a very dear Friend came round as early as possible, we packed as much as we could. This included taking the boys clothes, bedding, toys, stuff from the garden, my stuff. We had 3 cars the packing seem to take all day. By the end we had to get going to be able to unpack, leaving me time to pick up the boys from School and settle them in their new home. I couldn't do it at first,I started to cry then scream, to leave the world I had put so much of my life into, and now in a split second would be leaving was breaking my heart.

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