The truth is, I think and dream about being as happy as I was when I was with Steve. Living with him, enduring any struggles, whether they were financial difficulties or personal problems. The truth is, at my age now (64) , I’m not sure I want to go through any of that pain, anguish or hardship.

We were always very comfortable and accepting of each other, our pitfalls, our moods.

Actually, I was married the first time at the age of 20 years, who was I ? I became a mom of three by the time I was 27. I was divorced at the age of 36. I don’t regret any of my choices. I loved being at home with all my children, but sometimes, I felt I was alone. The only parent. My husband never looked at me like he loved me. It was more of a duty to him. But maybe it was because we were so young. Things were different in the 80’s than they are today. We would only go out to dinner together for our special days… our anniversary, our birthdays maybe, as a couple. But, we never grew or evolved as a couple, if that makes sense. It was more about duty and expectations.

Steve and I weren’t perfect, but we knew each other. He knew I came as a package deal with 3 children, he knew I was divorcing as was he. He had a son. But, we were more accepting of each other and our quirks and expectations because we had been down this road before. The things that meant a lot to us in the past, maybe didn’t mean that much to us now.

He looked at me like I was the Apple of his eye. He told me how good I looked when we went out together. And we always complimented each other on our dress, our cologne/perfume. He would help me pick out my shoes, I always wanted to look good for him.

I knew who I was and so did he. We both knew what we wanted… and so it was .

Sure, we would argue and we would agree, and that’s how it was. We trusted each other, we merged our lives. We built our foundation. But we were , most importantly, able to be ourselves, to be me , to be him, to be us. He invited me on his NASCAR racing life. I never thought of myself as being a car person. My first husband was a football fan, but I was never invited to a game. But, that’s another life.

The truth is… never say no to being invited to something you’re not really interested in…who knows where it will lead, a new experience if nothing else.

The truth is… if you never say no… you might be your happiest ever… by just saying yes!

Truth is… just say yes!