It was one of those weird things. I looked at him, really looked at him for the first time, and I knew who he was. I read him like an open book. I look back now, and that's when I knew we were soulmates love and adventure
I am Blessed that my husband is a very loving man. He's not fake. There is jealous "friends" that is not happy with their own life, and cannot be happy for us. It's ok, they don't matter. We are not perfect.