I married my husband 15 years ago. I was 21 years old and already had a string of bad/abusive relationships. I was kicked out of my parents house at 19 and had no place to live, no money and no job. So, I just stayed with whoever woukd let me stay. The price I often had to pay was s**. Some was pretty good, but mostly pretty bad. Then I met my husband and fell in love. I felt safe and comfortable with him. He didn’t scare me, he didn’t hurt me, he didn’t demand s**. I wasn’t madly, passionately in love or lust with him but he treated me well. We got along great, had a lot of the same likes and values. Only 3 months later, we married. I think he felt/feels the same way about me. He was once deeply in love with a woman he desired very much. I think he even thought they would marry. But he got in trouble with the law and while he was in jail, she broke up with him and got pregnant by another guy. So, I had chosen to be with him basically because I wasn’t scared of him or my feelings or desires for him. Flash forward about 6 years later and I met I guy online who I did feel all those things for. I fell madly, deeply, passionately in love with him. I couldn’t imagine my life without him. He said he felt the same about me. One thing that was undeniable was our passion for each other. I met him face to face and when we got together it was so hot I thought we would ignite. I tried things with him I never had before or since. The s** was beyond incredible! The only downside was he was incredibly jealous. It’s sort of funny or ironic, especially because he was also super religious…except when it came to our affair. He was separated when we met and I was married. But he got jealous if I talked to other guys (especially a close male friend who I never met face to face). He hated if I talked to our about my husband. He was everything I was trying to avoid when I got married to my husband. He read my emails and was nosy.