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Well it is the same old story...Before I met him I had been alone for 13 years. A friend of mine decided to introduce me to her cousin. I kept putting it off until one day this man rode up on a Harley. Big, built and hot! It was him. He asked me if I wanted to take a ride, so on the back I went. It was a few firsts for me. The first sex I had had in 13 years, the first Harley ride and the first time I had ever slept with someone I had just met. At first it was just weekends, but it soon started running into Mondays and then Friday's until I was staying over with him for weeks at a time. He asked me to move in with him and I began to take care of everything. I did the housework, gave him a massage after work and even rubbed his feet at night. I am an excellent cook and he loved it all. Life goes on...years pass and we begin planning retirement, burial plans, life insurance. You know the things all us grown ups have to deal with sooner or later. About a month before he turned 45, he began acting funny. Distant, did not want to be touched much, and I began to suspect something was up and I was right. I confronted him and found he said he had a lot on his mind and needed space. Then when he went to bed I looked on his phone and found naked pictures and texts from the bartender at the sports bar that he went to every weekend. I threw the phone at him and he admitted he was obsessed with her, and she with him. She threw out her boyfriend and I got the boot and me moved in with her until, giving me 6 weeks to find a place to live, heal my heart and get moved so he can move her into the house. He keeps saying I did not do any thing wrong, he just fell in love. He is 45, she is in her 20's. But it's not about her perfect body or sex, he just cannot explain what it is. So I am out and she is in. He could replace me with no thought at all. Tell me I did not do any thing to break us up, and how fast can I move in the same breath. All I do is cry.

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