Originally Posted by
Wisconsin 
My first marriage was NOT one of deep romantic love, and I felt starved for affection and for someone to put me up on a pedestal (after years of coming in second to my XH's family of origin).
THIS. Right here. This is my truth. It wouldn't have mattered who it was. The shared history was an added bonus. It was just that I'd found someone who (I thought) would love me the way I hadn't --and wanted--to be loved.