Now it seemed that I could go out, without feelings of guilt. The next weekend my friend and I went out it happened. I met someone that I was very interested in. He didn't mind the fact that I had three kids, an ex, and very little time. At first, I talked to him on the phone a lot, but I could only see him every other weekend. We both agreed that we would take it very slow.
As time went by, I really felt like things were getting stronger between Mr. Right and I, so I begin to wonder how everyone else including my ex, were going to handle this bit of news. I decided if he and I lasted for one year, I would begin to introduce him to the rest of my life. I'm really glad I made that decision, because we didn't make it past six months. Turns out he wasn't Mr. Right after all. Now, I use the one-year rule. If they make it through that, then I will worry about the rest as it comes.
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