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Regretting I Left The Love Of My Life Because I Thought I Could Do Better... by Nobody: 10:02pm On Apr 07, 2022 |
I left the love of my life because I thought I could do better. Now I'm childless and alone at 42... Laughing and dancing with my fiance at our engagement party, I thought I might actually burst with happiness. Surrounded by our family and friends, I looked at Matthew and felt certain I had met the man I was going to spend the rest of my life with. Quite simply, he was my soulmate. We were desperately in love and had our future life together mapped out. First we would save to buy our own home, then would come a romantic wedding ceremony and children would follow. It all seemed so simple to my naïve, 19-year-old self. I was, I smugly told myself, the girl who had it all. So why, 20 years later, do I find myself single, childless and tormented by the fact that I have thrown away the only true chance of happiness I ever had? Happier times: Karen Cross with her former partner Matthew, who she thought was 'the one' Eight years after that wonderful engagement party in 1989, I walked away from dear, devoted, loyal Matthew, convinced that somewhere out there, a better, more exciting, more fulfilling life awaited me. Only there wasn't. Now I am 42 and have all the trappings of success - a high-flying career, financial security and a home in the heart of London's trendy Notting Hill. But I don't have the one thing I crave more than anything: a loving husband and family. 'My father warned me not to throw this love away. But I was sure I'd find Mr Perfect around the corner' You see, I never did find another man who offered everything Matthew did, who understood me and loved me like he did. Someone who was my best friend as well as my lover. Today, seeing friends with their children around them tortures me, as I know I am unlikely ever to have a family of my own. I think about the times Matthew and I talked about having children, even discussing the names we would choose. I cannot believe I turned my back on so much happiness.Instead, here I am back on the singles market, looking for the very thing I discarded with barely a backward glance all those years ago. I know I can't have Matthew back, and it hurts when I hear snippets of information about his life and how content he is. Fifteen years after I ended our relationship, he is happily married. At this time of year, so many people will be assessing their lives and relationships, wondering if the grass is greener on the other side. Many will mistake contentment for boredom, forgetting to cherish the good things they have. I would urge those who are considering walking away from such riches to think again. How different things would be for me now if only I'd listened to Matthew when he pleaded with me not to leave him in 1997, tears pouring down his face. I was crying too, and it tortured me to watch the heart of the man I loved breaking in front of me. But I was resolute. Thirty-three per cent of adults said they’d reunite with their first love if they could, says one study 'One day I might look back and realise I've made the biggest mistake of my life,' I told him as we clung to each other desperately. How prophetic those words have proven to be. 'I will always be here for you,' Matthew promised. And I, arrogantly, thought that somehow I could put him on ice and return to him. Matthew and I met when we attended the same comprehensive school in Essex. We started dating just before Christmas 1987 when I was 17 and studying for my A-levels. By that time he had left school and was working as a motorcycle courier. We got on like a house on fire, and our families each supported the relationship. Before long, we had fallen in love. Matthew was romantic but incredibly practical, something that would later come to annoy me. His gifts to me that Christmas were a leather jacket - and a pair of thermal leggings. Two weeks later, when we'd been seeing each other for less than a month, he proposed. We were in my little Mini Clubman when he shouted at me to stop the car. Scared something was wrong, I braked in the middle of traffic and we both jumped out. Then, oblivious to the other drivers beeping their horns, he got down on one knee in the middle of the road. 'I love you, Karen Cross,' he said. 'Promise you'll marry me one day.' I laughed and said yes, thrilled that he felt the same way that I did. In the summer of 1989, while out for a romantic meal, Matthew proposed properly with a diamond solitaire ring. Two months later, we held our engagement party for 40 friends and family at the little house we were renting at the time. The following year, we bought a tiny starter home in Grays, Essex, which we moved into with furniture we had begged, borrowed and stolen. We giggled with delight at the thought of this grown-up new life.I was in my first junior role at a women's magazine and Matthew worked fitting tyres and exhausts, so our combined salaries of around £15,000 a year meant we struggled to make the mortgage payments. But we didn't care, telling ourselves that it wouldn't be long before we were earning more and able to afford weekly treats and a bigger home where we could bring up the babies we had planned. But then, the housing market crashed and we were plunged into negative equity. Struggling should have brought us closer together, and at first it did. But as time went on, and my magazine career - and salary - advanced, I started to resent Matthew as he drifted from one dead-end job to another. I still loved him, but I began to feel embarrassed by his blue-collar jobs, annoyed that, despite his intelligence, he didn't have a career. Then he bought a lurid blue and pink VW Beetle. Why couldn't he drive a normal car? Things that now seem incredibly insignificant began to niggle. I began to wish he was more sophisticated and earned more. I felt envious of friends with better-off partners, who were able to support them as they started their families. I stopped seeing Matthew as my equal. I stopped seeing all the qualities that had made me fall in love with him - his fierce intelligence, our shared sense of humour, his determination not to follow the crowd. Instead, I saw someone who was holding me back. 'I hated the fact Matthew was suddenly putting another woman before me. How dare she come between us! Over the next few weeks, I'm ashamed to say I vented my spleen at both of them in a series of heated phone calls' I encouraged him to find a career and was thrilled when he was accepted to join the police in 1995. It should have heralded a new chapter in our lives, but it only hastened the end. We went from spending every evening and weekend together, to hardly seeing one another. Matthew was doing round-the-clock shifts, while I worked long hours on the launch of a new magazine. Our sex life had dwindled and nights out together were rare. I stopped appreciating little things he did, like leaving romantic notes on the pillow or scouring secondhand bookshops for novels he knew I'd love. He was my best friend, yet I took him totally for granted. After festering for weeks about his shortcomings, I told Matthew I was leaving. We spent hours talking and crying as he tried to convince me to stay, but I was adamant. My parents were horrified that I was walking away from a man they felt was right for me. My father's words to me that day continue to haunt me. 'Karen, think carefully about what you're doing. There's a lot to be said for someone who truly loves you.' But, I refused to listen, convinced there would be another, better Mr Right waiting around the corner. I moved into a rented flat a few miles away in Hornchurch, Essex, and embraced single life with a vengeance. By now I was an editor on a national magazine. Life was one long round of premieres and dinner or drinks parties. Matthew and I remained close, even telling each other about new relationships. But though I'd dumped him, I never felt the women he met were good enough. I can see now I was acting out of jealousy. I clearly wanted to keep him for myself. Our closeness was, however, called to a halt in 2000 when he met his first serious girlfriend after me, Sara. One night shortly after his 34th birthday, I phoned to ask his advice about something. Matthew was unusually abrupt and asked me not to call him again. 'Please don't send me birthday or Christmas cards any more either. Sara opened your card last week and was really upset. I have to put her feelings first.' I hated the fact Matthew was suddenly putting another woman before me. How dare she come between us! Over the next few weeks, I'm ashamed to say I vented my spleen at both of them in a series of heated phone calls. I was completely irrational. I didn't want Matthew back, but felt upstaged by Sara. Unsurprisingly, after one particularly nasty argument, Matthew put the phone down and refused to take any more of my calls. I didn't realise it at the time, but I would never speak to him again. Shortly afterwards, I met Richard. It was a whirlwind romance, and within a year we were engaged and buying an idyllic farmhouse in the Norfolk countryside while I continued my journalistic career, commuting to London. He was a successful singer and, as we toured the country, I thought I had finally found the excitement and love that I craved. But Matthew was never far from my thoughts, and Richard complained that I often brought him into conversations, even comparing them both. They were so different. Although outwardly romantic, Richard was repeatedly unfaithful, and I never felt secure enough to start a family with him. Eventually, after three-and-a-half years together, he walked out, having admitted his latest paramour was pregnant by him. My life fell apart. Over the next year, I struggled to pull myself back together and did a lot of soul-searching. I finally understood what my father had meant. I realised Matthew was the only person who had loved and understood me. When I heard through a mutual friend that he had split up with Sara, I wrote to him, apologising and asking for forgiveness - and a second chance. It was six years since we had last spoken, but naively I thought he would want to hear from me. What I didn't know was that Sara was still living at the house and it was she who opened my very personal letter. It included my phone number, and she left me several angry, hurtful voicemails. Yet again, I had inadvertently caused problems in Matthew's life, so it was unsurprising I never heard from him, despite writing several times over the next few months. In the end, I left it at birthday and Christmas cards, thinking he'd find a way to get in touch if he ever changed his mind. Then, I heard a couple of years ago Matthew had married his new partner, Nicola. For a few moments I couldn't breathe, then the tears came. Matthew and Nicola still live in Essex and, as far as I know, don't yet have children. That's the next milestone I truly dread. It's been 11 years since Matthew and I last spoke, and I have to accept that door has closed. Perhaps he has found what he is looking for and I am a distant memory. I have had one other significant relationship since Richard - with Rob - but that recently ended after four years. Rob reminded me a lot of Matthew. He was decent and honourable, the life and soul of the party but with a kind and sensitive side. But we were each too jaded by previous heartbreak to make it work. And while I wanted children, he had a grown-up son and didn't want to start over again. So once again I am on my own, my mind full of 'if-onlys'. If only I'd stayed with Matthew, we'd almost certainly be married with children. Or, maybe Matthew wasn't the right man. I will never know the answer, but my decision to leave him has definitely cost me the chance of ever becoming a mother. Now I can only look back and admonish my selfish, younger self. When I visit friends and family back in our home town, I can't help but hope I'll bump into Matthew. I'd like to think I'd say sorry. That I will always be there for him. But I wouldn't be surprised if he turned his back on me and kept walking. To those out there thinking of walking away from humdrum relationships, I would say don't mistake contentment for unhappiness, as I did. It could be a choice you'll regret for the rest of your life. https://www.dailymail.co.uk/femail/article-2263518/I-left-love-life-I-thought-I-better-Now-Im-childless-42.html Cc: lalasticlala 9 Likes
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Re: Regretting I Left The Love Of My Life Because I Thought I Could Do Better... by Cutehector(m): 10:10pm On Apr 07, 2022 |
Struggling should have brought us closer together, and at first it did. But as time went on, and my magazine career - and salary - advanced, I started to resent Matthew as he drifted from one dead-end job to another.the reason why its difficult for me to trust when a woman says she can manage with a man in difficult times. Its never possible. Such words are like a puff of smoke, it never holds substance. 10 Likes |
Re: Regretting I Left The Love Of My Life Because I Thought I Could Do Better... by Realmi: 10:15pm On Apr 07, 2022 |
Can someone please summarise that novel for me Abeg |
Re: Regretting I Left The Love Of My Life Because I Thought I Could Do Better... by JoyousFurnitire(m): 10:16pm On Apr 07, 2022 |
This should be the longest OP ever ![]() |
Re: Regretting I Left The Love Of My Life Because I Thought I Could Do Better... by Cutehector(m): 10:18pm On Apr 07, 2022 |
Realmi:Nigerians lack patience.. It's actually the best story you can ever read. It would teach you a lot. 11 Likes 3 Shares |
Re: Regretting I Left The Love Of My Life Because I Thought I Could Do Better... by HopeNeverDies: 10:19pm On Apr 07, 2022 |
Damnnnn!!!!! LoL What's this essay all about? |
Re: Regretting I Left The Love Of My Life Because I Thought I Could Do Better... by YinkaOlusesi16(m): 10:21pm On Apr 07, 2022 |
It been 18 years now i can`t get my firstlove off my head. 2 Likes |
Re: Regretting I Left The Love Of My Life Because I Thought I Could Do Better... by EmzyT: 10:22pm On Apr 07, 2022 |
Re: Regretting I Left The Love Of My Life Because I Thought I Could Do Better... by Nobody: 10:43pm On Apr 07, 2022 |
Nice read. 1 Like |
Re: Regretting I Left The Love Of My Life Because I Thought I Could Do Better... by Orgasmgiver123(m): 10:57pm On Apr 07, 2022 |
One of the reason why i kick people with my rain boot Damn... nasty... I’m out of here 1 Like |
Re: Regretting I Left The Love Of My Life Because I Thought I Could Do Better... by HYDEEE: 11:46pm On Apr 07, 2022 |
SUMMARY; You had a bird in your hand but you were looking for more colourful ones in the bush, you came back empty handed and a motivational speaker. Next please. 2 Likes
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Re: Regretting I Left The Love Of My Life Because I Thought I Could Do Better... by pansophist(m): 11:50pm On Apr 07, 2022 |
If your intentions towards them are pure and they dumped you, its their loss. 9 Likes |
Re: Regretting I Left The Love Of My Life Because I Thought I Could Do Better... by HYDEEE: 11:55pm On Apr 07, 2022 |
If she is desperately looking for a child she should go ivf, at least she can afford that. |
Re: Regretting I Left The Love Of My Life Because I Thought I Could Do Better... by ADAMUdaCOWBOY: 3:37am On Apr 08, 2022 |
This thread should be titled: "Diary of an Evening Newspaper". 5 Likes |
Re: Regretting I Left The Love Of My Life Because I Thought I Could Do Better... by Foodqueen(f): 4:18am On Apr 08, 2022 |
The grass is never greener on the other side. 3 Likes |
Re: Regretting I Left The Love Of My Life Because I Thought I Could Do Better... by FalseProphet1(m): 5:02am On Apr 08, 2022 |
The simple truth is girls from 18-26 don't know what they want. Therefore taking them serious would do you more harm cos they're still in their exploring stage. This I have seen. 8 Likes 1 Share |
Re: Regretting I Left The Love Of My Life Because I Thought I Could Do Better... by Jayrockk: 5:07am On Apr 08, 2022 |
Na u do urself o 1 Like |
Re: Regretting I Left The Love Of My Life Because I Thought I Could Do Better... by oz4real83(m): 5:44am On Apr 08, 2022 |
This is exactly what is breaking marriages in Nigeria today, when a woman starts earning, she feels the man is no longer good enough. A man can cope with a jobless wife all through her life but an employed wife can't stand a jobless husband for one year. Women must learn humility, life changes as the weather. 5 Likes 2 Shares |
Re: Regretting I Left The Love Of My Life Because I Thought I Could Do Better... by helinues: 5:57am On Apr 08, 2022 |
See the mentality of nobody can be better than my ex. When there are more fishes inside the river |
Re: Regretting I Left The Love Of My Life Because I Thought I Could Do Better... by Kingcalls: 7:00am On Apr 08, 2022 |
Women are attracted to a man's success and influence.... and we know this as men , we have accepted this... men are attracted to women with no past... women don't just want to accept this... women are allowed to have standards , but hate it when men have standards 6 Likes 1 Share |
Re: Regretting I Left The Love Of My Life Because I Thought I Could Do Better... by Kingcalls: 7:14am On Apr 08, 2022 |
Realmi: Read it...its very interesting 1 Like |
Re: Regretting I Left The Love Of My Life Because I Thought I Could Do Better... by Help2020: 7:15am On Apr 08, 2022 |
Esseite:Too long. Husbands are there nan you dey select. |
Re: Regretting I Left The Love Of My Life Because I Thought I Could Do Better... by Cutehector(m): 7:15am On Apr 08, 2022 |
Kingcalls:real truth bro. Real truth |
Re: Regretting I Left The Love Of My Life Because I Thought I Could Do Better... by Kingcalls: 7:16am On Apr 08, 2022 |
oz4real83: Thats y great men of centuries ago never allowed women to work |
Re: Regretting I Left The Love Of My Life Because I Thought I Could Do Better... by Bouncing2(m): 7:21am On Apr 08, 2022 |
Sweet story � 1 Like |
Re: Regretting I Left The Love Of My Life Because I Thought I Could Do Better... by SporaD8: 8:03am On Apr 08, 2022 |
People tends to take what they have for granted until they lose them! 2 Likes 1 Share |
Re: Regretting I Left The Love Of My Life Because I Thought I Could Do Better... by Robisky001(m): 8:12am On Apr 08, 2022 |
Lamentations of good evening. 1 Like |
Re: Regretting I Left The Love Of My Life Because I Thought I Could Do Better... by Notyourfrienddd: 8:18am On Apr 08, 2022 |
In the end …you’re an old cargo |
Re: Regretting I Left The Love Of My Life Because I Thought I Could Do Better... by pansophist(m): 12:40pm On Apr 08, 2022 |
Kingcalls: Same way an employer hates it when the employee has standards. Dating is a place where on average, the woman has monopoly, it's a female's market, and men are a guest in it. Unless he is better than all her options, only then he sets the rules for her to submit to. Hence I always hammered on the concept of "chosen". When a lady chose a man, then its high likely he is the best of her options, then the relationship becomes equal, without the man feeling any semblance of an unequal power distribution. But hey, because a girl chose you doesn't mean she loves you, she might see you as a ripped fruit to be devoured financially, so as a man, you must be able to differentiate between being chosen genuinely or parasitically. But the determining rule of thumb is that being chosen by a woman within your status level will probably be genuine, that she can give herself anything you can give to her. 10 Likes |
Re: Regretting I Left The Love Of My Life Because I Thought I Could Do Better... by MadamOk(f): 12:49pm On Apr 08, 2022 |
This is an interesting novel The lover girl and her lost lover ![]() ![]() ![]() |
Re: Regretting I Left The Love Of My Life Because I Thought I Could Do Better... by Raalsalghul: 2:53pm On Apr 08, 2022 |
Maam, you don't have to feel sorry for yourself. You only caved into your nature and that's not a bad thing. However, next time, weigh both sides of the equation so you won't be shocked when things doesn't go as planned. At least, look on the bright side: you have money. ![]() |
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