Sam was my new boss. I was 24; he was 46. We were both married, and I was immediately attracted to him. We began having lunches off campus, then crafting ways to meet for drinks after work, dinners out, even the occasional Saturday when I would tell my husband I was spending the day with a girlfriend. During this time, I asked my husband for a divorce. What young husband could compete with a worldly, mature executive who knew how to treat a lady?
Sam took me to expensive dinners, on lovely vacations, and he knew what to do in the bedroom. But as the years went on, our age difference began to rear its ugly head. He became increasingly jealous and possessive. I found out from his son that he even kept a journal on me.
I spent 10 years with Sam—10 years of being with a man who, because of his age, would not marry me and would not give me children, as he’d “been there, done all that.”
Sam always told me he made “a better boyfriend than a husband.” I wish I had listened…