I spent most of that January in England with Brian. I liked what he stood for and it didn’t take him long to love me. He was single, and this time he really was—there were no secret wives or girlfriends. He had never been married, so that was a plus. He had his own business as well, but with him it was never about the money, and it still isn’t. He loved me, he adored me, and all he wanted was for me to feel the same.
It didn’t take long for Brian to propose and I accepted. When I went back to the island where John was, I began to put my plans into action. I told him there was no chance of him and I ever getting back together and that I didn’t want to work things out. I told him it had never worked and it never will, and that we would just be wasting our time if we continued. I avoided telling him that I met anyone, because I feared what his reaction would have been. He must have been living in dreamland to think that after discovering his many infidelities, I would continue being with him.
Brian flew out and we got married that November. We are now happily married and I am currently living in the U.K. John is still clinging on, hoping and believing that I will one day come back to him. But no one ever runs away from a good relationship and what I have with Brian is incredible. My marriage is perfect.
For the first time in my life, I can say I am immensely happy and I can truly say I am in love. I stay in contact with my exes because that’s who I am, but I would never trade my husband for any of the men in my past. Every single day is an adventure. It took a while to find him, and I stumbled a few times to get to him, but I wouldn’t change a thing, because those relationships or affairs have prepared me for the man I’m spending my life with today. My past has taught me to never take anything I have for granted.