Too many days wasted in emptiness. He would kiss me passionately as he left whispering lightly into my ear ‘I’ll see you soon.’ The days would ...ass as I eagerly waited for soon to arrive. I would check my phone messages over and over again just to make sure there weren’t any that I had missed accidentally, there never were. As they days turned into weeks, there would still be no word. The white-hot passion we shared would evolve into something else, rage. I was enraged with myself for giving. I know he cares about me. Granted, I'm not sure if he cares about me as much as I care about him…but he's not the kind of guy to cheat on a woman."Lynn stood up and folded her arms in front of her chest with a jaded expression. "This coming from the girl who is dating a guy known for having a revolving door of girlfriends, one after the next. What makes you think it's such a big stretch to go from a flurry of fleeting monogamous relationships to having a mistress or two on the sly?"Anya threw. " I reminded my wife."Until you promised to buy dinner too." She laughed, "Anyway, dinner was fun, and one thing led to another, and next thing you know we're back at my apartment." On the first date?" Charlotte asked incredulously."Yup!" Kaila smiled, giving my hand a squeeze. "We've been married two years now." Wait, you got married, like right after you met?" Helen asked, after mentally calculating."About three months after we met, actually." I replied."There's got to be moah to this story.". The Sisters, The Priests and of course now the angry words and painful beatings from her parents were the way of convincing her to go back. However, she didn’t step foot again in her old church. Finally, right before her sixteenth birthday she had enough of it all, the beatings, the anger, all of it. Late at night, she packed a small bag of her clothing and snuck out – running away from what she thought was unhealthy and would probably kill her in the long run. Her parents wouldn’t report her.