My second husband proved to be a wonderful man, never sparing expense when shopping for me and my son.
Back in earlier days, it was believed a woman should marry once and remain with her husband until lifes end. But over time, people began to realise there was no wisdom in wasting ones life on a man who offers no care or regard. Why hold on and fight to save a marriage when happiness is far out of reach? Of course, parting ways peacefullyespecially with children involvedrarely spares one from heartache.
My first husband left me for another woman, when our son was but a toddler. He declared, quite coolly, that he no longer wished to be with me. After six years as man and wifeyears which, for the most part, passed comfortably though not without the odd quarrelhe simply changed. Following our sons birth, he became irritable over the smallest things and would often slip away of an evening. I suspected hed found someone else, but could not quite permit myself to believe it. Then, one afternoon, he packed his belongings and left. I found myself utterly alone.
About half a year ago, I had the fortune of meeting my second husband. Edward turned out to be a most considerate gentleman. He quickly noticed how difficult it was for me to manage both caring for my young son and maintaining our household alone. After our second outing together, he gently suggested a visit to the shops. He ended up purchasing many things for my child without hesitation.
I must admit, it made me feel rather awkward. Yet I was deeply grateful for his genuine desire to help. Later I asked Edward if he might buy some meat, something I could only afford on rare occasions. Most of my earnings went towards the mortgage for our little flatone Id taken out during my first marriageand just enough for groceries. The idea of taking out a mortgage together had once seemed untroublesome, but things had not gone as I had envisioned.
When Edward told me to buy whatever I wished, I found myself in tears. It was the first time anyone had offered real help! Still, I only picked up the bare necessities, not even glancing at sweets or fruit. But Edward placed toffees and oranges in our basket nonetheless. Afterwards, he carried two great shopping bags back to my door, smiling all the while.
In the following months, as we spent more time together, my admiration for Edward only grew. I saw that he truly valued the woman he loved and would spare nothing for her comfort or happiness. He won my trust in every way, and in time, we married. Edward is a splendid husband and has proved to be a devoted father.
Now, I understand that endless promises and passing flirtations hold no worth whatsoever. What matters most is the honest care and attention of one who heads the household. When someone looks after you sincerely, a sense of safety takes root, and your heart responds with love. I am so very happy with Edward, and I know I have found the one person I can entrust with my lifea happiness beyond words.
Looking back, I see how fortunate I was to meet Edward. Not every Englishwoman desires diamonds or stately homes; most of us simply long to be treated with decency and respect, and to be cherished.
May you be truly loved, and choose your companion with care.
