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How I Knew My Heart Found Romantic Love Again
And why I chose to embrace it ❤
I am thirty-eight, and my age is no secret. I am proud of almost four decades of learning, growing, and transforming into who I am today. My recent accomplishments include becoming a program director at the job of my dreams, owning my home, and evolving into a highly esteemed actress and artist — all achievements I never thought were possible. My self-confidence has been negative since my former days when peers teased me for being a brainy, geeky girl in elementary school. I have made the most of my time teaching, traveling, discovering my happiness and intrinsic love, and slaying my demons of self-doubt. Deep affection, loss, and heartache shaped my life in ways I never fathomed.
I cherished my ex-husband for nearly ten years, but severe mental and physical illness irrevocably changed him for the worst. I still remember the moment I stared into his eyes and only saw a strange, vast, and vacant void of emptiness. I searched and could no longer find the man I adored. I had nearly given up all hope of finding a vehement love again during my remaining years on this earth. I mourned this loss for a long time. When times were good, our love was an incredible connection envied by many of our friends and family. It was hard even to question how that bond could disappear. Like that catchy Gotye song I love to sing…
