Your story is beautiful! I reconnected with my high school sweetheart almost 10 years ago. He was the only man I ever truly loved. When we met again after 20 years, I was a high powered lawyer making 6 figures, secretly miserable, with 3 adult and near adult boys. He was a struggling artist on disability. Did I give a fuck? Nope, not one.

He showed me how to be me. He allowed me the space to find myself and not who I was in service of others. He loved me for me, imperfect, older, and maybe a little nuts.

We might not have all the money now, But I've had that. It didn't fill me. It didn't hold me and love me.

But I'm good now. We eat, we live and we love.