Would you say that a sweetheart romance is one of the sweetest, purest form of love?
I used to.
Brenda and I dated since high-school. I went through uni with her, and when she decided she wanted to be a nurse, I took a shitty job, and I funded her through that.
We made it, though. And I never felt more certain about anything in my life. We married, put a mortgage down on a house and started a family. I thought we’d build a life together forever.
How wrong I was.
Brenda wanted a divorce. She felt too stifled to be with me, that she was too young to settle (despite being in her forties).
What the actual fuck?
It devastated me. I didn’t kick up a fuss. Why hold on to someone when they didn’t want you? So we divorced, Brenda and my beautiful daughter, Nia, stayed put while I moved in some shit hole apartment.