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<div id="wrapper"> | |
<div className="post"> | |
<h1>The Beginning</h1> | |
<h3>January 1998</h3> | |
<p> | |
I was trapped in hell . . . . . a hell of my own making. Two and a half | |
years prior to this date, I married a man I had no business marrying. | |
Our relationship should have never evolved past a first date, let alone | |
progress to marriage. I ignored all of the glaring, neon-flashing red | |
flags because I was desperate to find my soulmate. Even my then-preteen | |
daughter could see how unsuitable he was, but I dismissed her concerns. | |
You see, even prior to our marriage, my so-called soulmate seemed to | |
have a secret life. He would be gone for long hours at a time, | |
supposedly working. But even that became obviously false when he was | |
gone far longer than any work assignment would have required. He also | |
lied about innocuous things; things that would have been just as easy or | |
harmless to tell the truth. One night he went to a strip club with his | |
co-workers and failed to come home at all; another time he came home | |
with lipstick on his shirt. He always had some excuse and I chose to | |
believe him because it would have been too embarrassing to admit that I | |
had chosen another loser and had failed at yet another relationship. I | |
didn’t have the best judgment when it came to picking suitable men with | |
whom to have a relationship. Ya’ think? | |
</p> | |
</div> | |
</div> | |
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