I started dating a man close to 9 years ago.  We met at a restaurant when I was filling in for someone who was off.  We met and he asked me if I was married and I responded that I was in the middle of a divorce.  I asked him the same question and he said he too was in the middle of a divorce.  He asked me for my phone number and I gave it to him.

I didn't work for a couple of weeks and he never called.  I was really attracted to him and wondered why he would ask for my number and not call me.

After a couple of weeks I was asked to work overnight at the restaurant again.  Again he asked me for my number and I asked him, "why do you want it if you aren't going to call me?"  He then replied, "I will call this time, I promise."  So, of course, he didn't call.

I was sitting in the living room with my daughter one evening and I told her about meeting him and he asking for my phone number.  I said, "I wonder why he'll ask for my number and then not call?"  My daughter said, "Mom...it's the 2000s, it's ok if you call him."  I told her I wasn't use to calling the man.

So I thought about it for a few days and decided to call the restaurant and ask to talk to him.  When he answered the phone, he immediately asked me on a date but proceeded to tell me he didn't have a car.  I told him it was ok because I had a car and could pick him up.

We made the date for July 9, 2003 a Wednesday for me to pick him up where he usually takes the bus.  So I picked him up and we went to Lake Michigan and instantly fell in love.  I was on cloud nine for over a year.  He had told me his wife was in Mexico and that he was trying to get a divorce.  After 14 months of loving him, he told me his wife had been calling him constantly and wanted to bring his sons and herself back to the United States (he is obviously Mexican) and that they would be staying with his sister.  Where do we go from here....