It’s sure to bring an absolute shitstorm into my life. Yours too, probably. But if I had it to do over again, I don’t think I’d even hesitate. And I don’t think you would, either.
For as long as I’ve known you, you haven’t had a serious relationship. Not that you don’t want one. But the right guy never came along, I guess. And me… Well, let’s just say my marriage didn’t turn out to be the happily-ever-after I hoped for. It’s not awful, but definitely not everything I hoped for. To make it simple, a chronic dead bedroom made it all too easy for me to let things take this course. And to top it all off, we both wanted children. We didn’t talk about it much, but there was enough to know. And every so often an ambiguous comment and a look hinted that maybe we were thinking a little more than we said. Especially as you hit thirty. It didn’t make much of an outward difference, at least that I could see, but I could tell it was on your mind.