Ok, maybe I shouldn't have made it sound like the stories were THAT interesting, LOL! But I really don't mind talking about it at all, so...
My first marriage was one big fat hairy mistake.  I was 19, he was 21, and I have no idea what the hell I was thinking. The first 6 months of our marriage were bliss. Then he lost his job, became alcoholic, and turned terribly abusive. It took me a year and a half to work up the guts to leave him, but one day, I just left, with whatever I could fit in my car. He stalked me for a few months afterwards, including one semi-serious attempt on my life, but thankfully, he met someone else quickly and left me alone after that.
My second marriage was a little more normal, but only slightly. I was 25, he was... quite a bit older. (*cough37cough*) Unlike the first time around, we never had the 6 months of bliss; everything was fine until, literally, the honeymoon was over. There was no abuse, it was just very obvious that it was another huge mistake. We tried to work things out, but it was really just not happening. He was (and had been for some time, I felt) hopelessly in love with a friend of his, whom he claimed was a lesbian, and one day just said that he couldn't be married to me anymore. At the time, I was unemployed and having a hard time finding work... so with no income, I still lived with him for almost 5 months, while he was dating the "lesbian" to whom he's now married... that was rough on the ol' ego, let me tell you.
Hmm, come to think of it, my serious relationships read kind of like a Jerry Springer episode, huh? ROFL!
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LOL! Christine!
