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This was a very long night. My partner decided to leave and we had words. These were horrible words and I now regret it happened. OK, he was seen with a beautiful young lady, coming off the elevator, at the Ritz Carlton. I tell myself, this is his work. He is in the Marketing Field and he has to meet these people. God, I have always trusted him. Am I wrong? Have I closed my eyes to the truth? I want to believe him when he says, this is my job Linda. This is what I do. Would you like to meet her? She is an executive of an art group and we are in the pool to finance the entire showing. Of course she is going to be attractive, that's how art people are. If you asked me, they are funky looking, not attractive. I stared at him and then looked away. He had never asked me to meet anyone of his clients. He knows I will say no. He slams the door as he leaves in a huff. I sit on the chair as tears roll down my face. My best friend would have never said a word tome i fshe did not think something was different about this meeting. Oh God, whom do I believe? {image#4000} {Image#2000861SharingRestricted} |