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everyone involved," I said.
     
    I wanted to keep digging.
    I needed to know more.
     
    "It was although that situation didn't affect me as much as he and my mom breaking up did. I went from seeing him every day to a few times a week.  I missed him being there. Though, I think it was harder on my mom then it was me. Having to get over a broken heart and still be forced to deal with the person who broke it has to suck."
     
    If she only knew what that pain really felt like.  Your heart being ripped from your chest by the one person who swore they would be different.  How you can listen to the many pieces crack and shatter as they fall to the floor in front of you.
     
    I felt that way about Laurence the first time he broke my heart.  I wanted to stop going to church and everything.  Every Sunday I saw him standing in the pulpit I could feel the breaths caught in my throat as I would try to breathe through the tears.  I would constantly see the future we would never have drift away.  I tried to move on. I even tried dating other guys.  None of it worked no matter how hard I tried. I picked up hobbies, took trips and even transferred to an out of state school.  I was in dire need of a fresh start, a new beginning. I had cried my eyes out and was at the point of completely putting myself back together when he showed up at my doorstep.
     
    The love that could never separate us.
    The irony that surrounded us.
     
    You leave me to go back to your wife, and then show up on my doorstep begging for me to take you back. How does that make sense?
     
    I knew he had gotten the address from Ambrosia so I hadn't bothered asking.  He stood on my doorstep begging and pleading about how me leaving has destroyed him.  He told me he had prayed over and over about me giving him a second chance.  How he should approach me or if I would even take him back.  He promised me that he would leave her and I was the only woman for him.  I was five seconds from slamming the door in his face when he pulled out a diamond pendant and paperwork to a car he had bought for me.  He had got down on one knee and told me if I gave him a little time he would leave her and we would spend the rest of our lives together.  I wasn't completely convinced and knew going back down this path was probably a bad idea.
     
    A path that I knew would eventually lead to another broken heart if I walked down it again.
     
    I was torn.
     
    I had a 3 carat diamond pendant around my neck, keys to a 3 series BMW in my hands and it still wasn't enough.  My heart was still fragile. I needed assurance.  I needed him to fix this.  He could see the traces of pain remaining in my eyes and knew the necklace and car wasn't enough. It was like he could read my mind because in one swift move he picked me up, closed the door and we headed to my bedroom.  We made love all night.  Round after round, he held me and I let the tears fall releasing all the pain he caused me.  He told me I was the end for him.  I told him the same and at that moment I finally felt complete.
     
    That night, he placed a spell on me.
    He had stolen my heart,
    Once again.
     
    I snapped back into my questioning her.
     
    "Did he try to make it work with your mom after she found out?"
     
    "Nope she was done. It wasn't the first time he had cheated on her.  They had been together since undergrad and were head over hills in love from what my mom tells me. They did the whole Greek thing, he pledged Omega and she pledged AKA. She was student body president and he was a basketball star so they were the ideal college couple.  Unfortunately, his popularity got him in trouble a few times"
     
    "Wow sounds like they were the perfect couple."
     
    "I thought so too, however most first love stories usually do. He still loves my mom.  It’s just different from the love he has for Constance."
     
    "Why would you say that? Your mom was his first love."
     
    "Yeah, still it’s different. I see the way he looks