Yep. Lived this.

Just a month after I lost my wife, mother to my children - I met...her.

I thought she was everything I ever wanted in a woman.

But I wasn’t ready.

I couldn’t see clearly.

A story/thread:

1/5 https://twitter.com/taylorburrowes/status/1308907549303934978

We knew each other for just two months.

I asked her out.

It wasn’t a date...but it was.

The most romantic night I could imagine.

We fell in love.

I became dependent.

2/5

My dependence worsened.

Insecurity took hold.

I spiraled.

There were times she needed me, so she stayed.

Codependence.

The beginning was such love. (I wrote about it, link to that writing at the end of this thread)

It was a Disney storybook tale.

With a tragic ending.

3/5

We might have made it.

In another life.

A different time.

Another lifetime.

But I was so convinced.

Blinded by love.

You would believe too, just read my writing from the time (below).

But alas...it didn’t work.

I wasn’t whole.

Still wounded.

Unhealed.

4/5

She was broken too.

I couldn’t see it.

I’m fact, I still have trouble seeing it.

Being in love...different from loving someone...is unclear territory for me. Low visibility.

I am still unhealed.

But I do see.

And I’m still in it - the tangled mess.

5/5

It all started like this: https://anormalamercianlife.wordpress.com/2020/09/24/a-boy-and-a-girl/