Love me well
A love that I believed was the right one, the true one. I guess we didn't take the time to get to know each other better. It all started too fast and I think that was our first mistake because when he asked me to marry him I almost accepted with my eyes blindfolded and with my heart beating fast.
We met in college, we became friends and shortly after boyfriends, then he asked me to marry him and I accepted, a few months later I became pregnant with our little Amanda, our little ray of light. Unfortunately, everything became monotonous and he got tired, he started coming home drunk, he was late and smelling of another woman ... When he finally asked me for a divorce. In pain, I agreed to sign the paper, it hurt, yes, because I still love him, but I told myself that I had to continue with my daughter, seek my happiness elsewhere.
Ha! She was ignorant at the time because he was my happiness, he was my soul mate and companion in adventures, only he had to learn to love me well, to value the love that I gave him. We parted ways for a long time. Time in which he learned to do things well, not to despise me. He realized that our destiny was always to be together and regretfully he came to ask me for a second chance. "Words from him."
Will I be able to give it a second chance? Will my love for him be so great and strong as to forgive him and continue my life with him? Do you want to know the event of what my story was ...?
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