[originaltext] I was married for almost six years. Jody and I were classmate

I was married for almost six years. Jody and I were classmates at high school and were attracted to each other from the time we first met at the age of 12 or 13. We always hung out together and started dating seriously when we were only 15.
    Everyone predicted that we’d break up one day. We were determined to prove them wrong and were engaged when we were 19. The evening I proposed was like something from a romantic novel. I chose my moment and asked the magic question: "Jody, darling, will you marry me?" Her answer was a few tears of happiness.
    A year later, we had a typical, big wedding ceremony and Jody really did look the perfect bride in her white gown. We had a great time at Lake Taho for our honeymoon and came back and settled down to married life. Jessica, our daughter, was born, according to plan, two years after we were married and that was when our problems began.
    We were both delighted to be parents, but somehow we just grew further and further apart from each other. Eventually, after four years, we separated and then, divorced. I still see Jessica regularly. I’m really sad about our divorce, but I guess everyone was right: we were too young when we started going out together and, the truth is, we were never really compatible.