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Christmas morning. He said I looked like Christmas morning.

We spent the last few years of our marriage drowning in utter boredom, acting like we were a couple of pre-programmed dolls, and only NOW does he come up with this Christmas morning story?

This was too much for me. Passion, anger, fear, sex... All this I took literally.

But a statement like that, no.

He had left the door ajar. And I had looked through the crack, full of desire…but terrified. Chris had turned out to be a top notch liar, capable of playing the most dangerous games with unquestioned competence and absolute coolness. I no longer knew who he was, what was real, what was just a simple war tactic.

So something made me slam on the brakes.

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