I can honestly say that I didn’t find my “first love” until I met my husband. What I thought was love a few times in my life wasn’t really love in the end.
I met my husband when my ex and I moved to a new town, *we were still married then* He was a pharmacist at the drug store that our doc sent us to for a cream for one of my kids that had to be compounded, and this pharmacy was the only pharmacy in town that did that sort of thing.
*NOTE: I was married and wasn’t looking for a relationship, I discovered the potential after I had left and separated from my now ex*
What I found there was a handsome older man with very kind eyes. He was tall, had a nicely manicured beard, gentle blue eyes and was pleasant, knowledgeable and had a great sense of humor. He knew we were on a tight budget and offered tips and a homemade concoction that he whipped up that would cost less than the compounded ointment that our doctor prescribed. I trusted his ability and knowledge and went with it. It worked like a charm too! As a mom to 3 kids with 1 income, a lazy, non-participating husband and barely making it month to month I inquired what the cost of my prescriptions would be through this pharmacy. He looked things up and the prices were way better than the big chain pharmacy I was going to. So I inquired about switching there. He did this effortlessly and he was just always so kind to me and to my kids who I always had in tow.
Now, if you know me in person I am one of those people who will pretty much tell you my life story if you ask. I am just very open and honest that way. Some people get it, others don’t. But, I found myself comfortable and I was able to be honest with him. I didn’t have a lot of friends in this new town and the anti-social person my then husband was really limited my friend making ability. I found I could commiserate with him and he could tell when I was stressed and worried or sad. He always seemed to know the right thing to say.
In all this time I had never once thought of him in any other way than a friend and my pharmacist. It wasn’t until after I left my husband and moved into a motel with my 3 kids that I found out how miserable and physically abusive his marriage was. I wasn’t sure of how my then husband would react to me filing for divorce after years of telling him how miserable I was in our marriage, hence the motel.
JR (my current husband and love of my life), called me to tell me that my bravery to leave with 3 children and no place to go showed him that he could in fact break the abusive bonds in his life and that he could in fact have a life. At that point in his life he just didn’t care if he lived or died.
We were both on a journey of healing simultaneously and we found that we had so much in common. We both had been abused in our marriages, mine was verbal and his was physical and he had the scars to prove it. I recall a visit to the pharmacy one time where he had a huge gash on his head and two black eyes. He didn’t have stitches but a butterfly bandage holding his eyebrow together. I jokingly asked him what the other guy looked like. He said he was in a car accident and I felt so badly for him. It wasn’t until later that I found out that it was from being hit by his now ex wife in the face with something on one of her rages.
This man has been my rock, my soul mate and my best friend! It has only been 5 years since we both liberated ourselves and took charge of our own happiness and every day I am thankful to God and whatever karmic power brought us together. He is my ONE TRUE LOVE, and he tells me that I am his as well. We have respect for one another in all things and I can’t imagine life without him in it!!
He respects me! He cherishes me and (my) our kids! He is an amazing dad despite not having any biological kids of his own!
The day I said “I Do” will be one among many precious memories I have with him!! Every day we make more memories and our love grows stronger and deeper with every breath we each take. He is my calm in the storm and this is why he is my ONE TRUE LOVE!!!