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I was nothing like his mother. Didn't look like her, act like her yet he told his friends we had to split up because I was like her. WTF. He told me that he no longer fancied me so why say I was like his mom.

I'd known him for over a year, we'd split up and got back countless times. I imagined that this time it would be like the others. He split up then pretended it was the drink. Although this time I decided I wasn't going to accept his apologies any more. This was final.

Jim called me three weeks later. Asked why I was ignoring him, expectant of the usual script. I told him I was engaged and wouldn't see him again.

Simon, his best friend called me a few days later to say Jim was in hospital, drink overdose. I didn't visit. He didn't have an ounce of empathy whilst we were together about his behaviour and treatment of me.

I had the wedding of my dreams, honeymoon in Australia.

Simon was a good husband.

I'm so glad I married him.

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