March 25. 2011 5:51p.m.
Dear Ex-husband,
Besides the everyday reminder of the children we had together I will always remember how I allowed you to walk into my life.
At first my gut told me to leave you alone but my teenage hormones over powered my better judgement. You were polite, well fit and romantic. For my birthday you sent a bouquet of flowers with a single rose in the middle to my job. The ladies were jealous and I loved it. You followed up with my favorite meal, steamed broccoli, baked potato and a steak well done, with a side of A1 Steak Sauce. Over the years you trained my pallet to enjoy my steaks medium rare. Thank you!
The relationship was going well. We dressed in identical outfits, went on our first cruise together (with your mother of course) and we expierenced a number of "first times" together. Thank You.
You were the first boyfriend who didn't run away from me when I started to love you...deeply. To be honest, I was so scared and wanted to run in the other direction. However, you asked me to stay and I did. When you decided to head off to the military you asked me to stay with your mother, who you were concerned about having another heart attack while you were away training to serve our country. I agreed. You're welcome.
We both know your mother didn't like the idea of us being together. "You're taking away my only son, my only biological child," she'd say. Yes, you were, and probably still are a mama's boy.
Your clingy mother never stopped you from marrying me and starting a family. Despite all of your mother's passive aggressive hurtful ways you and I worked as a team except when it was time for you to defend me when she tried to break my spirit.