I think it was the very first time I knew his life was in peril. A neighbour enlightened me.
She told me he had been in a car accident.
I was sitting on the porch talking to the Father of my youngest.

I stopped breathing almost immediately.
I began sobbing uncontrollably. I told my current company I had to go to him. And go to him, I did.

It's odd. Now when I look back it seems pretty clear that that was a turning point. Running to comfort him came so naturally to me. I didn't question it in the slightest back then.

All I know is I have loved him for so long. I haven't been fair to he or myself. I don't want anyone else. Not now. Not ever.
Just him.