When I was younger, I used to say that I regretted marrying Michael. He was the love of my life, and I gave him the whole of me. We started our love story when we were only seventeen, and now that I am forty, we have parted ways. It’s not easy to forget twenty-two years of OUR LIFE. The years flew by so fast, but the days were long, most painful and excruciating. In the end, my mental health was affected, and I said I have regrets, but it shouldn’t be the case no matter how badly he has messed me up. Let me tell you why I changed my mind. I don’t regret those twenty years, and I don’t regret meeting him, loving him, marrying him, and now, leaving him.