I hardly dated as a teenager, so you can imagine how shocked I was when in my mid-twenties, I was in love with two men, and both of them wanted to marry me. Even talking about it now brings back that feeling of shock and surprise.
The first prospective husband was the man I had been dating for four years, and had recently moved in with. Our relationship was really hard and filled with challenges. He was older, had a bitter ex-wife and two children and a difficult mother.
On paper, this man was all wrong for me. We had completely different backgrounds, beliefs, family values, hobbies, even food preferences. It was so, so wrong.
The second prospective husband was the man I had loved since I was a teenager. He was a family friend and I’d loved him secretly, never for one second dreaming that one day he may love me back.
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On paper, he was perfect. My family already knew him and loved him. We had practically had the same childhood, we were the same nationality, the same religion. We both valued our families above all others and even liked to do the same things. It was so, so perfect.
But my ‘perfect on paper’ man was a risk. We’d never even officially dated before. Was I willing to walk away from a four year relationship with a man I loved to risk it with the man I had always loved?
I was the most confused I’d ever been.