This is a confession:I loved two men in my life. I loved them enough to marry
them. I also even loved them enough to divorce them just as well. The first
marriage was in my late teens and ended before I was even legal to drink. The
latter I married a few years shortly after. Both of those marriages painfully
ended to my dismay. I take the brunt of the blame. Reason being, my selection
process. Although they were very different in many ways, it was like I had
chosen the exact same man twice.
I believed both men truly loved me but, not enough to give
up their bachelor like ways. They were both men who thrived for the nightlife
and lived for the...