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Be sure your sins will find you out…

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I can’t believe it! He’s crying! Begging me not to leave him. He never cries. I know he wants out also. I know he does!

To get him off my back I fudge. Tell him I’ll think about it while I’m on my long anticipated trip to New York City.  Yeah right…

This is my trip to see Rick. My best friend from high school and his husband, Dave.

But, then I invite my new friend. And he says he can come. In fact, he books the hotel. A nice one. Overlooking Time’s Square. And theater tickets. And a tour. In fact, my trip becomes our trip. I end up seeing my friend for dinner out one PM and then dinner at his place another. That’s it. Oh well…there’s Mama Mia, a walking tour, the MoMa, shopping, Battery Park (where we could see The Statue of Liberty), Strawberry Fields, The High Line. He’s buys me boots and a belt at a store I never would have stepped into before. And then we go to a concert at the Mercury Lounge. All this time I tell my family I’m alone enjoying myself with Rick when he’s off work.

Flying home I have to reroute because of the weather. I call my son to pick me up at an airport a couple of hours from our house.

Hubby picks me up.

Daughter told him she thought I was seeing someone else.

He asks.

Honesty.

More tears. Begging. Offers of forgiveness.

I tell him I don’t want him. Don’t want to take a chance on going back. It’s too scary. I’m afraid.

This goes on for two hours.

I’m determined. He is too.

That week after NYC I find my apartment. My friend is with me when I pay the deposit.

The end is in sight!

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