Ten years ago, I lived across the street from my hubby and his two boys. At the time I had a different boyfriend, and he and his daughter lived with me, and my youngest daughter. Unfortunately, he was not Prince Charming, and that relationship ended when I told him he needed to find somewhere else to live. I did not think he would pack up everything (and when I say 'everything' I mean darn near 'EVERYTHING' - his things, AND MINE) and move out while I was at work!
I had a good job, and the only thing I missed when he moved out was my CD's and movies...lol. I certainly didn't miss his daughter smart-mouthing me, sneaking out her bedroom window, smoking, and stealing from me. I also didn't miss him lying to me about working late, and calling me a liar, when I informed him that his daughter was sneaking out and getting in cars with guys in the middle of the night. Fortunately, our neighbor (Hubby, now) witnessed it, and told him about it one day when I was not around.
Ten years ago, I was only 40. My children were all grown, well, almost. My youngest daughter was around, but all grown up none-the-less. I owned my own home, and actually had for several years. Sure, it was/is a mobile home, and I still owed money on it, but I bought it myself. I did not depend on a man to do it for me.
Ten years ago, my boys lived across the street from me, but many days I would find them in my yard (they were not quite 2 and 4 years old then). They always came over to play in my yard with all the resin animals I had in the garden. Their incubator (biological mother), was too busy with the neighbor men and her drug dealers to be bothered with watching the boys.
A year later she would abandon them for what would be the last time. I would start watching them so their Daddy could work. By the end of that year Hubby and I were together. Somewhere during that year we would find out that Hubby's ex, and my ex, had been messing around with each other, off and on...and doing drugs together.
In June Hubby and I will have been together for 9 years. Probably the easiest 9 years of my life, as far as relationships go.