So lets begin. I began dating at age 17. This age was a bit old to begin dating but I was a recluse. That is not to say that I didn’t have boyfriends at an earlier age. As I began dating I was in the infancy of my co-dependency and craving what I thought was a more positive means of receiving the affection and attention I so craved. The guys that I dated were kind and considerate but they just couldn’t handle my childish and selfish behaviors that I had learned from my mother. My first boyfriend was my first for everything. We dated for a couple of years and were engaged to be married. However, due the search for where I belonged, my behavior as mentioned above, upon our second breakup we both were able to permanently walk away from one another. I dated a few more guys and then met by husband whom I dated for six months before getting married to him. He was everything I thought I wanted in a husband. He was a follower in Christ, a family man, listened and understood my upbringing and where I was coming from, treated me as an equal, and loved me for me. So, when he asked me to marry him I of course said yes. He came from a very large close knit family which was a bit intimated to say the least because I came from a small and distant family. His family seemed normal compared to mine with loving, caring parents who seemed to give of themselves endlessly. After we were married we lived with his parents briefly until we found a place to rent. We rented for about ten months before buying a home, remodeled it and then moved in shortly before I gave birth to our first child. Little did I want to see signs of the beginning of the end were showing themselves as early as our wedding rehearsal night.