*taps foot impatiently*
Can't wait to hear your story as well!
Sorry ladies...I have very little free time between new boyfriend and my son...which is a good issue to have in my opinion...but anyway...here goes:
Last December, after 15+ years apart, I reconnected with my college sweetheart. We dated and lived together through my last three years of college. We broke up after I graduated. We always kinda sorta stayed in touch, but we decided to take it a step further this time and start dating again. He's always been very fond of me and has loved me like no other man...faults and all. This past June, I found out I was carrying his child and we were happy about this....I thought. Around the same time, he was changing professions as well...we are both teachers.
The pregnancy was progressing, he had landed a new job outside of education, and things were progressing nicely until he was laid off from his BRAND new job this past August. After losing his job, he flipped the script on me and decided that he no longer wanted me to "be pregnant."
erplexed I was baffled. This was coming from the man that has loved me unconditionally half of my life, my family loved him, and he'd do anything for me...up until now. I let him know that I would NOT abort my child. Not only did he want me to have an abortion, but he wanted me to fully fund it and find someone else to take me to have it done. He wanted no parts in this at all. I told him that if this child died, it would be at God's hands and not mine. With that said, around the end of August, he walked out of my life with me being 12 weeks pregnant. To this day, I have not heard one word from this 43 year old man again. As far as I know, he still thinks I'm carrying his child.
erplexed I was devastated, shocked, heartbroken, and confused.
I vowed at that point that I was DONE with men and relationships forever. "If I couldn't get the man that had loved and respected me half my life to treat me with respect, then no other man would ever love me."---my words. I was so upset with the way he did me that I did end up losing the baby at 14 weeks into the pregnancy. (that's another story being that I have issues with recurrent miscarriages..all I needed was an ounce of stress).
I spent the first weekend after I lost my baby grieving. I ventured over to Craigslist to laugh at some of the stupid things men post in the personal ads just to get a laugh (me and one of my best friends used to do this all the time)
. While doing so, I came across a one line profile with no pic. I read it and my son needed me so I walked away from my laptop and came back to it an hour later. The one line profile was still up. I read it again and decided to respond. There was nothing spectacular about what the guy said, but for some reason it drawn to his ad. I wasn't looking for a relationship at all, but I'm always up for making friends and didn't expect anything from it. I emailed him and the next morning I had a return email from him. We got to know each other through email for about a week and then decided to exchange phone numbers..he sent me his number. A few days after he sent his number I called him. We talked for another week through email and phone and finally set up a friendly outing. I made it clear to him that I was only looking for friends and he was fine with that.
I had to cancel our first face to face meeting because my babysitting plans fell through. I informed him that I would try to get a babysitter in the next few days so that we could meet. He told me not to worry about it. Just wait until the next weekend my son is with his father and we could meet then...those were his words. Well, that was two weeks away and he said it didn't matter to him. Told me that he really liked me and that he was willing to wait two more weeks to meet me. At that point he also told me that he was only interested in meeting me and I didn't have to worry about him meeting anyone else in between that time..because I had given him my blessing to do so if he felt inclined and didn't want to wait on me for two weeks...lol!
So our first email was exchanged September 12 and our first date finally took place on October 2...and we've been in heaven since that date. I have dated a lot of men in my life and have been in love a few times. I can honestly say that NO MAN that I have ever dated in my life has shown me the love, respect, and commitment that this man has shown me in the past four months. He has opened up his heart, his home (we don't live together), and everything that defines him to me in the past four months. He treats me like a queen, makes me feel like a queen and for the first time in my life, I feel like I am a queen that has met her king. I have no worries, concerns, unanswered questions, nor doubts about him as a person, my boyfriend, and my future husband.
I can go on and on and on about how wonderful he has been to me and what a blessing he has been in my life in the short time we've been together, but I've already dominated this post with a million characters...lol. But just know that when a man is ready, he is really ready. It's just a matter of meeting him when he's ready. And for the first time, I have met a man that is ready for marriage, family, and happiness....
I apologize for being so long winded, but I just really didn't know how to condense it..even though I left out a lot of the good stuff in an attempt to shorten it. But just when I had given up on men and I had every right to after what my ex put me through, God laid out a different plan for me. I was adamant about never having another intimate relationship in my life and I was fine with my decision, but God let me know that He's in control..not me.
God knew that I was done with men forever, so he had to take me and show me that the decision was not mine to make...
and I just turned 41 the beginning of this month and he's 40. He's never been married, has a really decent job, owns his home, has a 17 year old son, is a wonderful father, believes in God... very handsome, tall, articulate, and puts my needs above his own all the time. Told me he loved me first, keeps his fridge and pantry stocked with my goodies...never calls me by my real name...only refers to me as "Luv" or "Beautiful"....refuses to go to bed until he has called me to "hear my voice"....responds to my text messages in a very timely manner (small thing I know, but ladies some men just don't get it), always answers when I call his phone (small thing here as well, but still)...wrote me a poem and framed it on our first date and signed it with both our names on the back of the frame...and the list goes on.