How I Found True Love
But it wasn’t where I was searching.
I was with my husband for 12 years. It was sometime during the first year that I discovered the meaning of true love. I knew I had found the one. I was only 21 when we met, but everything was so different from any relationship I had experienced before: we were made for each other.
We were the sort of couple everyone envied, for how happy we were together. The honeymoon phase seemed to last for years and anything we did together would turn out to be perfect: From perfect weather on all holidays to getting free tickets to a concert or bumping into celebrities when we just went out for a meal.
Back then I thought a lot about writing articles on true love and how to recognize when you have found the one. I didn’t need marriage or other grand gestures, I had no doubt we were going to spend the rest of our lives together.
When we decided to have kids, it was for all the right reasons: I didn’t feel pressured, we weren’t at a lul in the relationship, we were still madly in love. Starting a family just seemed like a way to extend our already perfect relationship.
A few years after going back to work I developed anxiety and IBS. While I managed to control it with medication and self-help, I often wondered about the different person that I had become.
From outgoing, confident, daring, and social I turned into an introvert, shy, and over-cautious. But I focused on the symptoms more than the cause, and it never once crossed my mind that my relationship could have been a factor. That all changed when I met my lover…
He was so different from my husband. He was very attractive, highly intelligent, successful yet humble, funny and charming, kind and considerate, independent and organized, an amazing Dad, and the most amazing lover I had ever been with. We had so much in common it was unreal: He was the man of my dreams that I never knew I had. And the best part: He was madly in love with me.
He was so attentive, showered me with compliments, gifts, and love, he couldn’t get enough of me. He truly supported me in everything and any insecurities I had were swept away so easily, he seemed to love everything about me.
And slowly, through his eyes, I started seeing all the things that had been wrong in my marriage for so many years. I noticed how the lack of appreciation had been eating away at my self-esteem.
How my husband's dependency on me had fostered my anxiety. And I noticed how I hadn’t been doing the things I enjoyed for so many years. I started to realize how unhappy I was.
On the 1st of April, I played a prank on my lover. His reaction was priceless and he tried to get me back all day in the funniest ways. And as we were laughing and joking about it he suddenly said: “You know how much I love you for this. My wife hates pranks. Imagine we would be married instead, how April’s fools would look like each year.” And at that moment, I suddenly saw it so clearly: I could have a different future.
I could have a future with another man. A future with him. A future filled with those amazing little moments we had been having together. The one thing that had never occurred to me was suddenly right in front of me: I could leave my husband.
It felt as if a massive weight had been lifted off my shoulders, a weight that I never saw before: The belief that I was already married to the man I was going to be with for the rest of my life. And suddenly the world began to change.
Every morning I would wake up overcome by happiness and excitement: I felt free. I had a future to look forward to. And every evening I would lie in bed and dream of the things he had planned out already: The grand proposal he was going to make, the wedding — oh how different it would be to get married to someone who would put as much effort in as him — the vows he would make, the baby, the house, the holidays, the family.
The simple moments in life that just felt so different if you shared them with someone who truly loved you.
I conjured that there may not just be “the one”. That maybe people can have more than one true love at different stages of their lives. And at this stage in my life, it was him. He, on the other hand, didn’t seem to struggle with the definition of true love as much as I did: He had never felt like this about anyone in his entire life, I was the love of his life. He said he got married for the wrong reasons, had never felt that connection with his wife, and had been trying to leave for years. And as if to prove it, he left her just weeks after and without asking or telling me first.
I took a lot longer to leave my marriage. I wanted to make sure that I was making the right decision, and that it was based on my marriage and husband and not another man.
But if I am being truly honest with myself. I still left for another man, or at least for the idea of another man. I left for the glimpses of the future he had given me. I left to feel the happiness and love he provided. I knew it wasn’t going to be easy, but he was so patient, understanding, and caring… Until I really left my husband.
What I thought would be the start of the happiest chapter in my life, turned out to be the start of the darkest.
The dreams I had turned into nightmares. I didn’t understand what was happening and why. He became more distant, less interested and little things started to annoy him. His attention slowly shifted. Plans for the future were not appropriate topics for discussion anymore. I was confused and blamed myself.
Why couldn’t I live up to being that person he had so clearly envisioned he wanted to spend the rest of his life with? And was this really the future I had wanted? And then there were little glimpses again, happy moments, just like the start. And they kept me going. I knew that the pain and unhappiness I was feeling was the price I had to pay for my sins. And I knew that the hardship I had to go through supporting him in all his needs was the price I had to pay to be truly happy again, one day.
But the day never came. And the story of the discard and breakup could probably fill a book on its own.
But I will say here that I will never forget the day he told me that he was in love with someone else and left. 1 1/2 years wiped out in a few sentences. All hopes and dreams for the future had always just been … dreams.
The grand waiting for the day we could finally move out of this secret life had been a lie. There was self-loathing again: I had driven the love of my life away, I couldn’t be who he needed me to be. And then there was the pain of coming to terms with the truth: The man I had fallen in love with was a con artist.
And in a moment where I didn’t know how to survive the pain, I picked up the phone and called my friend. I hadn’t spoken to her through almost my entire relationship. We spent hours on the phone and I poured my heart out.
The next day my other friend who I hadn’t spoken to in months called me and we went through the same procedure. Now we speak almost every day, they both helped me more than I could ever thank them for.
Over the past months since the breakup, I have been picking up the phone to a lot more “forgotten friends”. They listen, they support me, they keep me sane if I start doubting myself again. My friends have become my new family.
My dreams for the future are changing slowly. I can’t see the baby and the wedding anymore, I see a future with friends. This time I am confident, I have found true love. It has always been there, but I was too busy to see it.
The people around you that love you with all your flaws, make you laugh when you feel sad, build you up when you feel down, listen when you need to rant for the 300th time that day. They are the ones that truly love you, for who you are.
And it might have taken me a long time and incredible pain to get there, but I know now that they will always be the most important part of my life.
