Twice I have left men that I love. Not because they did something wrong, but because the love just couldn’t be.
The first one, oh he was something special. So much like the man I always dreamed about – strong, manly, he treated me with tender and respect. He was proud of me when most other man have been scared cause I’m strong and successful. For him this was amazing and something good and he loved to tell people about me. And at the same time as I was this strong, successful carrier woman he also made me feel vulnerable, female, taken care of and he really saw me. I could lay down to rest by his side, his arms around me. I could walk safe in the dark, his hand in mine, I could give in and surrender to love making with this man that did everything for me.
Why I left him? Well, as good as he was to me I just couldn’t stay. When he told me about his life, his network and his business. Let’s just say they’re on the dark sida of society. I knew that me and my family was put to risk staying with him. So I left. But everyday since then I have missed him. I still love him. I always will! No other man has treated me better and if he would one day call and say that his life has changed. I will be right back with him. No doubt!
The second man that I loved and left. Well ha was almost everything that the first one was, minus the bad boy stuff… I have really no good reason to walk out on this love… Except the fact that he is nine years younger than me. And let’s do the maths… In these days age is nothing you might think. But for a woman in the middle of life it’s everything cause I know that later on he will want to have all those things that for most people come with love and family. And I can’t give him that then. And then he will leave me for sure. And I already know that I can’t take that. So I left him.