You know,

. . . this was my ring . . .

 I truly loved Bob and had all kinds of wedding plans floating around in my head.

The biggest hurdles were going to be the money to pay for it and making sure that all five of our children could attend if they wanted to. Fuck – I returned my engagement ring and we could never find the money to replace it.

“Bob? I wanted to marry you. I had so many ideas and thoughts about when, where, who . . .  I can’t believe you fucked another woman and are blaming it on my lack of commitment to you.”

You should have told me. I didn’t know. It would have made a difference.

“Wha??? Really ???

Jesus . . . I got fucked over for being considerate.

I should have been a selfish, greedy, superficial gold digger.




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