By the time our kids were born, our marriage was a long way from the happy, healthy one we had imagined it to be.
We had already lost our mother, our father and even our mother’s baby.
The first time we saw the man we were married to, we were shocked.
He looked like a monster.
But we had the gift of imagination and imagination came with a price.
I remember thinking, My God, we’re going to lose this person forever.
And I remember telling him that I had to take the photo, because it was the only way I could tell him that we loved each other.
We did, but it was an emotional roller coaster.
I still remember that night in November 1996 when I decided to get married to my future husband.
We’d been married for three years.
Our marriage was built on trust.
We were very good friends.
But our relationship was also fragile.
In my heart, I wanted him to be happy, but also to be able to see my eyes and see the way I looked at him.
That was not easy.
We struggled to find a wedding photographer that would be happy to work with us for two months.
The problem was, I had not been in love with him for three months.
When we first met, I knew we’d have to have a baby soon and so we had to decide when we would get married.
I had already been thinking about it for two years.
I was married to a man who, in the words of the song ‘You Are My Sunshine,’ would always say, ‘Let’s get married now.’
It wasn’t the first time I’d said that.
I’d always wanted to have kids.
But this was the first real step in my journey toward being a mother.
I decided I would not only have kids, but I’d also have to find my new husband.
In the meantime, I was busy planning a wedding, and I decided that if I could do it with my family, I could at least do it together.
The wedding was the highlight of our life.
The people were so nice.
The atmosphere was perfect.
We went to the courthouse to register our marriage.
The groom was a very happy, friendly, and professional man, who was a photographer by trade.
His wife, I learned, was also a wedding planner.
We got married on a sunny day in August, 1997.
It was the second time I had ever been married, and it was a great moment for both of us.
We could not be happier, but my husband was even happier.
It’s difficult to put into words what a joy that day was.
I cried when we got married and then when I saw him after that ceremony.
He was just a normal, ordinary guy who had married a very nice, very nice woman.
We shared our happiness for months afterwards.
We never got married again.
We have two beautiful, wonderful kids.
Our relationship has grown so much over the years.
It has been one of the most fulfilling relationships I’ve ever had.
We love to share our joys and our struggles together, and we are still married now.
But it is true that for many years after we had our first child, I felt like a failure.
I felt I had failed him.
I wasn’t good enough, I wasn.
He didn’t respect me, he didn’t love me.
He just wasn’t happy.
He did not want to be with me.
We worked so hard for so long, and for so many years, we never really had the chance to share each other’s feelings.
I didn’t see him, and so I didn.
It wasn�t until one day in the spring of 2008 that I saw a woman on the Internet.
I immediately saw her face and she said, I want to get engaged to you.
I knew immediately that I needed to get together with her.
I told her everything I knew about my life, and she immediately began to get my life together.
We started talking.
We exchanged letters.
We met on dates.
We talked for a long time.
We tried to find the right person for each of us, and eventually, we found our perfect person.
My husband, as I said, was one of my biggest failures.
He had been an excellent husband to me, but his behavior was completely out of line with what a husband should be.
He treated me like I was his little toy, and he never wanted to see me again.
I would never forget the day we decided to go to Mexico together, when he suddenly left his phone in the car and threw it out of the window.
He said he had to get to the airport in time for the plane to take off.
When I got home, I cried and told him that if he didn�t come back, he wouldn�t be happy for me anymore.
But he didn.
And he did not take that as a