The one chance...

So as you can probably guess, throughout high school and college nothing I did was good... not good enough- GOOD PERIOD; not my friends, not my choice of a career, not my clothes. And good heavens if I did have a boyfriend...he must be a freak for liking a fat pig! And my mother would treat him like such, and sooner than later he would begin to treat me that way. After all, he got the cue from the horse's mouth! Which brings me back to my first post; at the age of twenty-nine, I decided to go back to school, possibly find a career that would give me security and better pay. I went to nursing school and graduated... passed my boards as a registered nurse in one of the most difficult states to test in! I was happy, working hard and making some new friends. A casual ad placed in the local personals netted me 3 responses, one of which was intriguing and exciting...this was Michael. Again, as I noted in the first post, he had his problems, but I did fall madly in love with him. He was sweet and funny, a nice italian boy. But I was stupid, and didn't realize that he was my one chance at happiness. How different my life would be now if I had known... If I realized that he was someone I could trust, no matter what, even through his faults, that he was sincere. Even though its been ten years since I've seen him I miss him everyday. He is married, and I do hope that he is happy...I love you Michael, and I always will...