I answered an add for a man looking for a wife. His add was straightforward, "Jewish woman who wants a family, is wife oriented, willing to live in the city, raised in the south." I am 29, I answered the add, I accepted his invitation to fly down. He is 32, works tons of hours, Jewish home, owns his home and wants a family.

I accepted a weekend trip, one test was a home cooked meal, he took me to a play, we talked about family. He is one of four and I am an only child. Family is three or four kids but mom gets to stay home. After a weekend with him he reminds me of my father, domineering and opinionated. After my flight home I called him, if he wanted me I was interested.

I was married six weeks later, quit my job and moved in with him. The family got started right away and I settled down to live in my first home. The days past quickly and I made four kids in three pregnancies, the twins are the babies. Some days I think about my other life, some days I pinch myself about my new life. I jumped in up to my chin, I was determined to make my new life work.