The secret to true happiness
Nineteen years ago when I met my husband I was in a place in my life where I content. I was 26 years old, I had a successful life and I wasn't really looking for love so to speak. I enjoyed male company, but really wasn't interested in settling down. I'd been burned and left at the altar a year earlier, so let's just say I was a little gun shy. In one week all three of the men I had been casually dating at the time decided they wanted more then just a dating relationship, they wanted to get more serious. Well I was bound and determined I did not want anything serious, so one by one I ended the relationships, until I got to my husband. He was insistent that we shouldn't stop seeing each other and that we were right for each other and that, "He could make me happy, just give him a chance." Those were the words that sealed the deal for me that day. The words every girl wants to hear, somebody wants to make me happy. Yikes! How naive I was! You see,