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In the beginning, I was living the dream…
At the ripe old age of 30, I saw him while working out at the gym. He was blond, 6′ 1″ tall, good looking, and in great shape. Our eyes met across the room several times and instead of giving him an inviting glance, I looked away. I felt awkward and nervous, my confidence faltering.
He came over and I learned he had just moved to Kansas City. At that point, I’d been living in Kansas City for almost 4 years and dated guys, but hadn’t yet met one I was really in love with.
We clicked instantly and started spending most of our time together. He was new to the area, didn’t know anyone, and we fell into an instant relationship. It truly felt like I was living the dream.
Six months after we met, my job promoted me and I relocated to southern California. My excitement of moving back home to live near my family and friends was even greater when he decided to move with me. (Post continues after gallery.)
I felt excited for him to meet my family and friends, since I thought he was the one I would marry. Little did I know at the time that this one critical move would stress me out for years to come.
Like most beginnings, things were magical. And when things are magical, it’s easy to overlook the subtle, yet critical, things that really matter. I became stuck in the “in-between” while living with my parents.
We stayed with my parents while looking for our own place. One month turned into six months and during those months, he would tell my parents to keep the noise down, saying it was bothering me when it was actually bothering him.
Although my parents showed concern for me, they never said anything bad about him. They even loaned him their car so he wouldn’t have to buy his own.
Because unhappiness set in for him soon after our move, he made molehills into mountains. Small things set him off and caused his mood to sour.
He didn’t know anyone in southern California and was unhappy about the kind of people he was meeting. He was rude to my friends on the phone at times, and his dislike for traffic limited where we went.