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    Let’s find us, again_ Chapter One

    Let’s find us, again_Chapter One.

    I’m trying. I’m trying really hard to save my love, but everything and anything I do get rejected. Can I blame her? Should I get upset? What can I do when the woman you love tells you she wants to date someone else? Now, I’ve found out that she’s slept with another man. I mustered a laugh when she told me about it. No, not because I don’t care, but sometimes, it hurts so much that all you can do is laugh, if not, I may do or say something that I might regret.

    The last two years has been a whirlwind. I’m not a saint, so don’t pity me. I’ve done wrong. I cheated on my wife. I betrayed her trust. I hurt her more than I can comprehend. So, do I think this is payback? Is that why she’s doing this? No, no. I don’t think it’s her way of retaliation. My T, my heart, my wife has been the sweetest, most caring, and considered woman that I’ve ever met. I just need to find her, again.

    We met eight years ago. We’ve come a long way. Now, we have a beautiful baby girl, Angelica. She’s a doll. She has her mother’s eyes. I swear, I think she could see right through me just like her mother. I only wish that T would look at me like that again. I used to get chills that would run down my spines, when I’m caught by T’s hazel eyes. Now, I see emptiness. I took light away from her. I did. I did. So, I laugh through my heartache when I see Angie open her eyes when she senses that I’m near, as if she’s trying to lure me in telling me not to go away, not too far. I chuckled, "I can never leave you, my little angel. Your mother is my heart, and you are my soul. If I leave either one of you, I will die. You two are my reasons of living."

    My time at the monastery has certainly helped me. No, I don’t think it changed me, but it helped. I mean, I still walk with a swagger, and my ego is still as large. I’m still the alpha Bette like it or not. I just come to realize what is and should have been my number one priority: tending the heart. I think along the way, T and I, we got too comfortable with each other. For me, I got so comfortable that I think I could go out and cheat on my wife, and think that she’ll forgive me after I apologize. Naive me, perhaps gullible, no, more like stupid that’s what I am. A bonehead who did not know what she had until she lost it. What a cliche, I am.

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    Comments

    1. I see hope… I hear hope..woo this is great!!! After all the sad, hurting real epps finally a story with hope!! Please post soon. This is really good.

    2. Why is tina’s character in so many of these stories so fragile? That it has taken over two years to get over bette’s cheating. All of Tina ‘s poor judgement since than is due to this one incident that “FUCKFACE” bette caused. I guess i am the only one who thinks it takes two for a relationship to fall part. So I imagine tina stating sleeping with a man in their bed was because she did not realzie she was still angry it okay because fuckface bette started it all. Dont get me wrong you have good writing skills and i am sure this story will be good but i am tired reading about bette’s flaws and tina’s only flaws are due to bette’s infidelity. Continue with this story please.

    3. You write beautifully, Casablanca. You have made me fall in love with B&T all over again, after that drought they had in Season 2, and this utterly dreadful mess that’s Season 3. I’m too old for happy endings but they’re the one fairy tale that I’ve set up high hopes for. Please, for the love of the goddess, give us a story of hope and reconciliation. Write again soon. Cheers!

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