When an Ex Dies

I had at least six boyfriends during my high school years and thought each and every one was true love. I was young and fickle and didn't really have a clue what love was. After high school I got engaged, only to call it off three months before the wedding. At age 21, I finally met someone and fell in love, true love, for the first time in my life.

His name was John and he was funny, outgoing and a little crazy--which made him all the more attractive to me. He had the bluest eyes and the warmest smile. We lived together in an apartment and had a loving, wonderful relationship for 4 years. When we decided to split up, it wasn't for the normal reasons. You see, he had been married previously and had a son. He had to obtain custody and I didn't want to be a mommy. Don't get me wrong, I love kids as long as I can give them back. But I had decided way back in high school that I didn't want any children or the financial burden or hassles of raising them. We went our separate ways, even though we loved each other, but made a promise to remain friends.