Self Control

Self Control

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Lovely. Contrary to the word the just muttered, her situation wasn't lovely at all. Ever since she met him at that parking lot during basketball match between their school, she's been losing her cool. His cynicism and his knack to debate her, not to mention his sweet smile, has submerged something unexplored within her. Her pride had got in her way to a happiness with him. Now, 6 years later, would anything be different? Follow Samantha on her journey of self acceptance, unrequited love, distraction and destruction. Will her undying infatuation ever grow into some this more? Find out in "Self Control"
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-A Lie I decided to focus on family, choosing to believe-and have faith-that everything else would fall into place. I wasn't comfortable-or good-at lying to her. So, when Samantha surprised me one day by swallowing her pride and asking directly if anything had happened during our break, I hesitated. The silence, I believed, said it all. I was on the verge of confessing when she gave me an out: "If you tell me nothing happened, I'll believe you," she said. I should have told her the truth then-or resolved never to reveal it. But I didn't. Instead, it surfaced years later, during the final unraveling of our marriage, when I was leaving for good. I selfishly brought it up, hoping it would push her away. But in that earlier moment, I let her believe what she clearly wanted to hold on to-that I had been faithful. She knew Pippa, and probably sensed something had happened between us, but she let it go. And so did I. It was cowardice, I know. Still, I made up my mind to make our dream a reality. And for a while, it worked. We rebuilt, we dreamed again. Three more sons came into our lives, and with them, years of trying to hold it all together. But more than a dozen years later, the same problems that once threatened us had only deepened-and would soon spiral out of control.

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