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Lonely Musings


I Remember When I Stopped Loving Her

Sobriety is freedom. Sober living let’s a mind heal. As the memories come back I remember when she told me her tale. Which was quite literally a tail.

To try to understand what our love was understanding the meaning of devotion. Marriage would seal those bonds I thought. But the intimate nature of living with someone you haven’t grown up with was a shock.

It wasn’t that she said she had had sex with other men. It was the way she said it. That was the day I knew I would never love her.

Maybe I shouldn’t have asked…

J



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