Don't dream It, Be it. A random book

Don't dream It, Be it. A random book

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Well here we are again, back for round two. And this time I don't have my memes in a twist! I've done a lot God knows I've tried To find the truth I've even lied But all I know Is down inside I'm Bleeding This is the second book! Hey we did it. Happy 2017! More memes and stuff awaits in Don't dream it, be it.
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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 my 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 to push her away. ------ But in that moment years earlier, 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 work. And for a while it did. 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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