Training started promptly at 5am. A loud siren sounded from the speakers on the walls and we were hustled by an army Sergent who resembled the gentleman in the suit. It was either his brother or the same gentleman, but for now, I couldn't be sure.
We started off with basic problem-solving relationship issues. We were then graded according to how we answered or handled the situation. As we learned about ourselves and self-worth, we were asked if we would feel comfortable going back into the relationship we were in, but strangely enough, we all couldn't go back to our spouses. Not after how they treat us as a worthless piece of crap.
We were taught that people come into our lives not necessarily to stay but to teach us a lesson. The treatment we were given by our women was karma for hurting another female in the past. I honestly tried to resist the truth but there was so much, that I couldn't find anything I ignored before, that I could hold on to.
Unable to lie to myself about what was being said, tears ran down my eyes. My love suddenly turned to hate, my fists clenched with anger since I knew I was giving my all and being taken for granted. We were allowed some time to take everything into account before we started phase two of our training.
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We finally had our first lead. We returned to the police station and boldly excused another woman while she was speaking to an officer. We showed him the phone with directions to the place since we weren't sure what to expect when we arrived. The officer assured us that it would be looked into, but he didn't look at the information. I should know since I followed his eyes and he just kept staring at Abby's crotch while speaking.He then continued to chat with the woman we interrupted a second ago. I told the girls to leave with me. As we left, I told Abby the strangeness of the officer.
"He just kept staring at your crotch like he never saw meat before. I followed his eyes, that's how I could make out his game."
"Really! Well before my marriage, I had a fling with his best friend. Guess his fiend spoke and now he wants to try it out too if you know what I mean."
I wasn't about to encourage this type of talk so I quickly changed the topic. All I wanted to do was find our husbands and bring them home.
Tears ran down my eyes as I thought about what Taylor and the others could be going through. I shook off the negative thoughts and continued motivating the others. As I read in a book at some point in time, 'it only takes one person to motivate a body of people.'
"We will get through this, with our husband's as well," I said to them.
Since the police were of no assistance whatsoever, we proceeded to the address that Abby's husband sent. Here stood a usual building from the outside, but none of us ever noticed it before. Stressing makes you forget as well, so we couldn't be too sure about that aspect.
We opened the door and inside, was this Chinese wholesale store that sold charms and other Chinese based items. This couldn't be the place. We checked the phone again, but it said we were in the right place.
After looking around for a while, we eventually asked the owner if they saw our husbands, but to no avail. We had no choice but to leave the store on account of Sabina threatening the owner for lying to us.
"Abby your husband won't lie to you about his location!" Sabina said.
She was right, he wasn't the type of person to lie, from what she told us. We decided to leave and come back later.
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General FictionTaylor and Chelsea's marriage were on the rocks. Chelsea had pushed her spouse too far away for comfort and he was getting on her last nerve. Chelsea went to her parent's home during the seperation, but things got weird when Taylor stopped replying...