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The Best Laid Plans
Or the best laid mistakes?
I pace my bedroom floor, back and forth, wearing a groove into the carpet. Why? Oh why? There must be a way to fix this. These thoughts are flying through my mind as I pace.
Foolish, I was so terribly foolish and now I’ve ruined everything. Everything! Oh, what can I do to fix this?
Backwards and forwards I pace. My mind racing as I remember how I got to this point.
It all began when I met Sally last year. It was love at first sight.
There she was, standing in all her glory and my heart raced. She stood looking regal in her business suit, long curly blonde hair framing her petite face. Sexy red lips smiling at me, with a glorious twinkle in her deep blue eyes.
And that smile. A smile that I felt was all for me. A smile that reeled me in.
Here stood a real life Barbi doll and my heart didn’t stand a chance. It was love at first sight and the rest, as they say, was history.
Except she was married. Married to an adonis, a Ken doll look alike.
But as I got to know Sally better I discovered that her husband treated her terribly. He didn’t love her. She was simply a possession to him.
