I met a man when I was in my early 20s, spent 12 years with him. Even had a child. He worked in the Middle East with only 8 weeks a year at home. I was frequently lonely and sad. It was hard and I have no idea why I never ended it. We had a home but I felt like a single lone parent. It ended due to repeated infidelity on his part.
Why did I do it? Why did I stay?