100 Words on Love, by Barb Abramson
I met him after my divorce. I didn’t tell him I had been married before because every guy I told treated me like used merchandise or an easy score.
Our relationship progressed quickly until the night the ex called picking a nasty fight.
And I finally told the new guy. And he got mad and left because I didn’t trust him enough not to be one of those “other guys”.
He called the next day. Then showed up and my door with flowers. He said, “I can’t control your past, I can only hope to be part of your future.”
More love, in 100 words
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