I was not overwhelmed with passion, I was not in that “I can’t live without you” zone.
There were no demands, no pressure. It was like having a cordial relationship with a person addressed as Mr or Miss. Of course I called him Cory, he called me Fran; at work everyone was on a first name basis so there was no discordance.
Cory spent a week at his place during my monthly, then came to visit and spent the night.
We were about three months into the relationship when he said something about marriage.
And I thought to myself; ‘how would I have it then?’
Marriage to a man I felt I ‘had to please’, a man who ‘absorbed me’, or to a man who was a pleasant entry into my life?