I love my husband. I actually like him a lot, too. No regrets about marrying him. Sharing my life with him makes me happy. But he does not complete me. He loves me and cherishes me and makes me happy—but no, he doesn’t complete me. I was complete when I met him. Yep, I was a whole person. No missing parts. No major void in my life. No painful confusion about what I should do … [Read more...]