In tears, I called his house and his girlfriend, who I believed he had broken up with, answered the phone. Though we were the same age, she had an old voice. He wasn't there to speak to me. I was emotional, my wits long worn down and I started talking to her. We hadn't met, but we had a lot to discuss. We commiserated about his philandering ways, his impulsive behavior, and his dishonesty.
After about ten minutes I thanked her for taking the time to talk to me. She was calm.
"Don't worry, I'm used to talking to his flings. It happens all the time."
When we hung up, my body convulsed with shame.
I started this blog to give myself the opportunity to practice writing. The goal was to write four stories a week. I have really enjoyed the creative outlet. Now, I have invited some friends to also contribute stories and artwork. The author is identified at the end of the piece. All (most) of the writing takes the phrase "once we were lovers" as inspiration. Critical feedback is welcome.
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