When I watch my girlfriends – one going through a nasty divorce, another dating jerk after jerk, and that’s only the last few months – I appreciate what I learnt from my old man. His teaching methods were unconventional – the cheating liar abandoned my mother, my sister and me during my formative years.
I hated him, for almost a decade. But look at me now. I’m nearing thirty and no man has left a chink in my armour. I expect the worst, I expect behaviour worthy of my father. I haven’t met anyone half as bad yet. I haven’t been disappointed again.
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Clever wording, nicely turned story 🙂
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Thank you 🙂
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From bitter experience, she becomes strong. Ironic though solid learning curve. Very well-done!
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Thank you, Christopher!
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never feel bad and never give up in hope , good thing will come when you believe in good thing
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Thanks for reading!
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What a non-Whiny surprise!
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Thank you! I tried to take the same old same old and put another spin on it.
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Great character illustration. I learned a similar lesson from my dad. You can’t be disappointed if you don’t expect anything…
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The world is always teaching us.
Either how to be, or how not to be.
And of course, brilliant story as usual 😀
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Thank you so much!
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Oh, great story, Sonya! Yes, we do learn by bad example as well as by the good. Let’s hope she doesn’t let it cloud her view of all men – there iare a handful of decent chaps out there! Nice work, ma’am.
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I see we’re doing the same thing at the moment – I’ve just been catching up on last week’s MM stories, too. Thanks, Lynn 🙂
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My pleasure. A great story 🙂
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Very bittersweet, well-written take. Eventually, you have to let people in and risk getting hurt.
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