My second husband turned out to be a wonderful man, who never hesitated to spend on things for me and my son.
People once believed marriage was a commitment for life, that you should remain together no matter what. But now, its clear theres little sense in wasting your life on a man who shows you neither kindness nor attention. Whats the point in clinging on and making desperate attempts to salvage a marriage thats clearly run its course? Sadly, not all separations can happen calmly, and its not always possible to shield children from the pain.
My first husband left me for another woman, just as our son turned one. He told me quite bluntly that he didnt care for me anymore. Wed been married for six years. Life together had been good, though we had the odd row now and then. But after our son was born, he changedirritable over the smallest thing and always popping out in the evening. I began to suspect there was someone else in his life, but I forced myself not to believe it. And then one day, he packed his bags and left. There I was, completely on my own.
Six months ago, I met my second husband. His name is Philipa genuinely caring man. He noticed how hard it was for me to manage and raise a child by myself. On our second date, as he walked me home, he gently asked if Id like to pop into the shops for any groceries. Then, quite unprompted, he bought all sorts of things for my son.
I was rather embarrassed, but at the same time moved by how earnestly he wanted to help. Later on, I asked Philip if he could pick up some meat for us. I could only afford it now and again. All my wages were going straight towards the mortgage from the flat Id bought with my first husband, and whatever was left went on necessities. At the time, taking out a mortgage together had seemed a grand idea, but things hadnt exactly gone to plan.
So, the day Philip told me I could pick out anything I liked at the supermarket, I honestly broke down in tears. It was the first real help Id ever received. Still, I only chose what we desperately needed, and avoided sweets or fruitthose were luxuries for us. Yet Philip slipped some chocolates and oranges in the basket anyway, and turned up at my home later with two huge carrier bags.
As the months passed, and we continued seeing each other, I grew more certain that Philip was a thoroughly decent man. I realised he truly cared for the woman he loved, and wouldnt hold back anything for me. Gradually, he won me over. Before long, we were married. Philip proved himself a fantastic husband and a brilliant dad.
Now I know that endless promises and half-hearted flings arent worth a penny. What really matters is genuine care and attention from the man in the family. When someone truly looks after you, you begin to feel safe, and that makes you want to love them in return. Im truly happy with Philip. I can say, hand on heart, that Ive found someone trustworthy, someone I can picture sharing a peaceful life with. Thats real happiness.
I was tremendously lucky to meet Philip. Not every woman dreams of diamonds or a luxury flat in London. Most just want to be treated with kindness, respect and care.
Let yourself be loved, and choose your partner with care.
