I was married to a man I met while we were in the military. He was considered a "man's man", and all the women wanted him, too. I wasn't in love with him, just wanted to be married because I was in my early 30s and figured it was what I was supposed to do (be). I knew he couldn't keep it in his pants, the night before we got married he was sleeping with his female boss, an Army Major. Well, I hoped once we were married he'd change. He certainly did that!!! It wasn't two years later the romance and sex stopped between him and me. He was spending late hours at work, being very secretive, would not communicate with me regarding issues of our married life together, when we visited his family consisting of four sisters, his mom and dad, he would go off for hours with his sisters, one who even gave him French kisses when she thought I wasn't looking, and ultimately ended up being impregnated by my husband. Yes, I learned quickly that his interest was sharing his affections with as many other people he could, except me. Even other men in the Army would need him to go places with them for hours at a time, and I found out there was much, shall we say hanky panky, going on with some officers who found him to be quite attractive. One night when my husband was drinking and had quite a bit, he broke down and began to cry, then he told me all sorts of things, like his escapades with his sisters, nieces, nephews, other women and some of the men. This confession was in 1985, after 11 years of marriage, nine of which we spent living together more as roommates than anything else. I moved out of the home shortly thereafter and our divorce was final in December, 1986. The man divorced me at a time I was unable to contest the provision of the divorce, so even after being married for 12 years, I received nothing, ABSOLUTELY NOTHING in the divorce. I was always faithful to him, and contributed to the marriage 100% with regard to finances, etc. but he always put his parents and other family members, his job and his friends ahead of me. I was his fourth wife, and I hear he has married at least two more women since.
I have been on my own for the past twenty years, and I've got the best life I've ever had. Being a woman doesn't mean I need a man. There is nothing a man can do for me that I can't do for myself (think about that, lol). I had the perfect man my very first marriage, he died at age 27 in 1971 of a stroke. I'm not interested in a committed relationship anymore.
