Dear Richard, betrayal is a stone beneath the mattress of the bed You shared, something You felt digging into You no matter how You shifted position. What was the point of being able to forgive, when deep down, You both had to admit You'd never forget. Could You really love someone who was capable of falling in love with someone else? Its crazy, right? To love someone who's hurt You? Its crazier to think that someone who has hurt You, loves You back the same. In the wake of disaster, the last thing you needed to do was set off another bomb; instead, You walked through the rubble and told Yourself that it wasn't nearly as bad as it looked. ): Good Luck Hun

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