Eleven years ago I married a man who robbed me of trust, love andconfidence. It’s taken me a long time to recover emotionally from hisbetrayal and violence.On Saturday I got engaged to Barry who has a beautiful heart. He totally suprised me – he’s very good at surprises – by taking me to Paris and asking me to marry him at the Eiffel Tower. The weather was beautiful and Paris is lovely. To some this may seem prosaic but this man has rebuilt my confidence, loves me so much and cares for me in every way. He treats me like a lady.We are both in our early thirties so cannot be accused of being lovestruck teenagers. We know that love and relationships are about communication and sharing, laughter and tears, that there will be good and bad times. But if we can still hold hands walking down the street when we’re both old and wrinkly, we’ll be very happy.To say that I’m happy cannot express how I feel and have felt since getting to know Barry. I’m very lucky to know him and have his love. And I’m so looking forward to sharing my life with him. And our families and friends are over the moon.It just goes to show that you never know what the future holds and whenlife seems grim, there is always tomorrow.