My name is Jarek and I found the love of my life when I was thirty. My soul mate, kindred spirit, life partner, true love.. Better half, husband, spouse...uh, permanent lover. We had been married for twelve years. I loved him. I did. We had two kids together and they were both growing. One was eight and the other was twelve. We did the whole surrogate thing and it was amazing.

I thought that I did everything right. I thought that my life was exactly how it was supposed to be. It was and I was settled on it and content, I guess. I never figured I would have to worry about another guy, or flirting (which I was terrible at). I wouldn't find anyone else attractive. I'm not dead, just married but I never really saw attractive people and thought, I want them with any seriousness.

Sure, I have seen someone that is sexy or hot or whatever but never someone that would make me love them or want to leave my husband for them. Never. I knew my husband and I were made for each other. I knew that one fact.

So, my partner, my other half of me, his name is Ed. It's actually Edward but he likes Ed and it suits him, for sure. He's funny, fun loving, great at parties and always has a great story to tell. He's really perfectly flawed like all of us.

I get flowers, he gets my gas for my car when it's low, seriously, I don't know the last time I got my own gas. Sweet, I know. I got a lot of candle lit bubble baths when the kids were babies. He would get the bath all set with music and all and I relaxed in the tub while he dealt with bedtimes. He tucked them in and then took care of me. Sweet, Right. I am one lucky bastard. I know it.

Ed was always romantic.

I hate shopping and Ed loves it so he ordered his own gifts, so let him buy his gifts from me. He was happy with that and so was I. Ed was perfect and we always had the same thoughts. We finished each other's thoughts. We had a connection that people would kill for and I loved it. All I had to do was look at him and he knew what I was thinking. It was awesome. I loved him with all I was.

I thought I had everything. I did. We were perfect for each other and I never even thought about another person. We met when we were thirty and got married shortly after... probably six months later. The kids followed at random times. They were great and I was happy with my home life. I never had issues with Ed.

I was a stay at home 'mom' for ten years and I loved every second. I cooked, cleaned, organized the house, the kids, our events and kept the bills paid. Life was perfect and amazing. I really did love being the stay at home parent.

We decided to move. 

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