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I was getting by managing my sister's business towing and auctioning off repossessed cars, trying to figure out what was next in my life.
Go shopping." I'd been the breadwinner and caretaker for my kids for so long that I had a hard time accepting his support at first.Nine months after we met, he got down on one knee, tears in his eyes, and asked me to marry him. Maybe it was his extravagance with money, or the fact that the more time we spent together, the more often I heard him talking about other women in a cold, even harsh, manner.We normally talked three or four times a day, and text-messaged even more: Howard often checked in to see how I was doing. But once we got there, a tall Ben Affleck look-alike kept turning and smiling at me. He was 12 years older, but he was in great shape and loved going out.It was unusual—and not a good sign, I thought—that he wasn't picking up. rolled around, I just knew something was wrong, and I was worried enough to call Robert, Howard's teenage son from his first marriage, to ask him if he knew where his father was."I can't talk right now. A mutual acquaintance introduced us; she'd worked with him at Intel, where he was a technician. He was generous, and I was a struggling single mom: When he took me on a romantic weekend trip to San Antonio, the weather was hotter than I'd packed for, so he bought me a whole new wardrobe.Like me, Howard was divorced and was super-involved with his three kids.
Almost immediately after we met, he told me he was about to move to Pueblo, about two hours from where I lived, because his ex-wife was there and he didn't want to miss out on his kids' lives.