The memory has been burned deep in my mind. Though the time has the memories wrought with anger and betrayel, it is a virtual relief that it came to an end, in any form in did. I was not the husband I should have been. I married the bitch when I was nineteen years old and wasn't wise to the ways of the world. We swam in a pool of lies and half truths until the end. I chose to believe and I chose to be made a fool of, and then I chose to quit outright.
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