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There was a time in my life where I could look at him and just know that someday he would be my husband, and the father of my children. I loved him so much that it made me feel weak and happy and horrible all at the same time because I was so undeserving of the kind of love he showed me and gave me. I would give anything in the entire world to feel that way again. I hate myself, and will never recover from this.