Well, we met in 1994 at a mall...I was 17 and Embustero was 20. I didn't know it then, but he had a girlfriend. But before long, we were joined at the hip, he had his own place, and I was pregnant. He was adamant that he didn't want to have any kids, but if I wanted to, he would stand by me, and we would be forever.
Fast forward 14 years. Another baby, he's making nearly six figures, and I have (finally!) graduated from college. I think I'm ready to get married. He'd asked me a few times before, but I kept turning him down. So I let him know that I was ready to get married. If he felt differently, we should part ways. He went out, got a big rock for me, and then started neglecting me.
It turned out that the secretary at his job, who knew me and my kids, had been fucking him for a quite a bit of time.
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