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Following that last immense argument, I left John and moved 150 miles away with a man who swore he was just trying to be a friend and help me out of a bad situation. More than anything, Rich was obsessed with me and couldn't wait to rip my pants off and get me into bed quick enough. Rich was a low-life I'd met in a methadone maintenance program years prior. What started out as friendship in a group therapy session grew into an infatuation. I tried to avoid this individual for years on end but Rich Wagner was a con artist and for many years thrived on wrecking my marriage. He talked a good talk and conned me into believing that he was my friend and not my enemy. He was nothing but a forty-one year old dead beat dad whose ideal lifestyle consisted of suing one for whatever he could get his slimey hands on, stealing something if he could get away with it and living off welfare because he swore that he suffered unpleasant back injuries. Funny thing about it was he would scrap metal for extra income and lifting hundreds of pounds of metal didn't stop his "so-called" unbearable backpain from emerging like it would for most. That should have told me something right then and there. It didn't.

When Rich pulled up late that night in his relatively new GMC Envoy that he recently purchased with settlement money, he jumped out and grabbed me up by my waist then spun me around and kissed me. Before I could say "not right here, let's get out of here" I can see John looking down from the upstairs bedroom window that we once shared. As Rich was loading my bags into the back of the SUV, I stared right back at John as my eyes filled up with tears on that cold, brisk February night. Was I making the right decision? Clearly, I wasn't in any way, shape or form of  making any rational decision that night. The truth of the matter was, I was vulnerable and Rich knew it. It was his sick way of "winning the girl". 

"Are you ready to go honey? Rich asked.

As I stared up to the window where John was no longer standing, I answered, "yes let's get out of here."

Rich then walked me to the passenger side of the SUV, opening the door for me, then shutting it once I got in. I began tearing up as he was getting in the drivers side and turning the key to start the engine.  

"Honey are you alright?" He asked in a sympathetic voice. 

"No I'm not but I'll have to be." I replied. Heartbroken 

I wasn't crying because I wanted to get away, I was crying because John was the only man I truly ever loved. For the past three weeks Rich had talked me into this move, he made me believe that I needed a break from the continuous arguments I'd been experiencing with John. What I really  needed was to get my head out of my ass and wise up. It wouldn't take long for me to realize how good I once had it...

Thanks for reading, part three will be finished soon and the story gets more interesting, I promise. 🌝