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she wasn’t in the bedroom. she wasn’t in the kitchen. she wasn’t watching television. I had this bad feeling. I walked outside and crossed the lawn to the neighbor guy’s place. He had this big picture window. looking at it was like watching a cinemascope movie. there they were on the big screen curled up together on the sofa. betrayal like a sucker punch. so I went back to our place and threw all her stuff on the front lawn. it was midnight and the stuff was piled up out there under a beautiful bright full moon. suddenly I felt a better. I felt like a man instead of a mark a chump dirt wiped from shoes onto a doormat. it was a miracle nobody stole the stuff considering the neighborhood we lived in. they were married and have been for more than thirty years. she found the right man. it is said time heals but that wound had a scab on it for decades. it is not offended manhood or anything like that. rather a man should never trust a woman with a knife especially in the middle of the night when his back is turned.
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Feb 15, 2015
Feb 15, 2015 at 11:59 AM UTC
knife in the back
she wasn’t in the bedroom. she wasn’t in the kitchen. she wasn’t watching television. I had this bad feeling. I walked outside and crossed the lawn to the neighbor guy’s place. He had this big picture window. looking at it was like watching a cinemascope movie. there they were on the big screen curled up together on the sofa. betrayal like a sucker punch. so I went back to our place and threw all her stuff on the front lawn. it was midnight and the stuff was piled up out there under a beautiful bright full moon. suddenly I felt a better. I felt like a man instead of a mark a chump dirt wiped from shoes onto a doormat. it was a miracle nobody stole the stuff considering the neighborhood we lived in. they were married and have been for more than thirty years. she found the right man. it is said time heals but that wound had a scab on it for decades. it is not offended manhood or anything like that. rather a man should never trust a woman with a knife especially in the middle of the night when his back is turned.
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Feb 15, 2015
Feb 15, 2015 at 11:59 AM UTC
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