I married my first husband for the wrong reason. I felt I'd done everything and was bored. He came along and wouldn't sleep with me the first night
so I figured,
here's a nice guy. He loved me, asked me to marry him, so I thought that meant he was The One. Hardly knew him. We threw great parties and both loved foreign films, but had nothing else in common. We argued about everything. I was determined to make it work until I saw my 5-year old daughter's Barbie and Ken interactions, based on what she saw in our relationship. I cried that night, made some plans (rented an apartment and opened a bank account, etc.) and was gone within the week.
Second ex knew how to disarm me and keep me laughing at myself. We rarely fought and communication was good. I became unhappy in our relationship as he began to stay up all night watching SciFi and never wanted to go anywhere as a family. When I expressed my discontent, he told me how content he was with our marriage. I knew what this meant, continued the conversation (over time) and found out our future and retirement goals were not the same. I knew I wanted so much more out of life, so I had to let go.