After my divorce from Walton, Steve, from the blog “My first romance,” came back into my life. Our romance continued – we went to Operas, the Symphony, had picnics, took short trips with the top down in his beloved Jaguar, went dancing…many romantic adventures. There was one problem with Steve. He was a womanizer and never planned to marry.
I finished my Masters, and at that time my parents moved back to the U.S. from Brazil because my mother had been diagnosed with breast cancer. They moved to Dallas, for treatment at Baylor Medical. I decided to move to Texas to be with her. Steve got a job with UNESCO in Paris. He said he would write, but I didn’t expect to hear from him again.
It was extremely painful to lose him, since he was the man of my dreams, so I thought at the time. In Dallas, my sister introduced me to Rich. At the beginning of our courtship things were wonderful. After Steve, it was great to have a man who really loved me and was not interested in dating other women. We spent all our time together from the beginning. Then his devoted love started turning into little criticisms – there was no pleasing him.
My mother’s cancer treatment was excruciating with the chemotherapy, she had a double mastectomy…it was the saddest time of my life to see my beautiful mother suffering and withering away. I wanted to spend time with her, but Rich was jealous of my family or friends. I had to limit my time with her to when he was out of town.
Then I got a letter from Paris. It was Steve, and he wanted me to move there and asked me to marry him. I couldn’t believe it! My mother wanted me to get away from Rich, and encouraged me to go, to at least find out if I still loved Steve.
I excitedly boarded a plane for Paris and was on pins and needles all the way. I was thrilled that I would see my former love again and he had plans for us to travel through Europe on our honeymoon. This was so romantic…it seemed that all my dreams were coming true.
So how did I end up marrying Rich?
Images from “Google Images.