I, Alessandra, take you, Andre, to be my husband,

To have and to hold from this day forward,

For better for worse, for richer, for poorer,

In sickness and in health,

To love and to cherish always.

Before we even considered marriage–hell, before we even considered a second date, I let Andre know that children are an absolute deal-breaker for me. I don’t want to have kids; I’ve never wanted to have kids. I thought I'd hit the jackpot when he agreed. Most men are unsure about the matter in their early twenties.

My comfortable life and marriage came crashing down before me when he told me that he does want kids. He thought maybe I would change my mind as time went by. Wrong

I’ve never been more sure of my decision. Nothing has been the same since that day, and every interaction is more strained and tense than the last.

I should’ve left when he betrayed me in the most disgusting, inexcusable way. But I allowed him to continue hurting me, destroying my sense of self and pushing me past my breaking point.

Then I met Dominic, the gorgeous new...younger man...at work. He awakened me and changed my life in so many ways with his raw, passionate, honest love. He is the antidote that I need to neutralize the poison Andre has injected me with.

Like all good things (or so they say), it must come to an end. Our days together are numbered, and I am determined to make the most of them.