We met at work, which, of course, felt very grown up and exciting. I’d seen him around the office, but we never spoke until I stuck my hand out for shake in the parking garage one night. The chemistry was immediate, so I had my friend ask a mutual about him. She confirmed him as single.
He was not.
I didn’t learn he had a girlfriend until our first date. This was just the beginning of many crazy-making transgressions. But at 25, I had lower self-esteem and more patience for bad behavior. Once he broke up with that girl, who I’m sure had been put through the wringer, I became determined to make him mine. I then spent the next five plus years obsessed with him.
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