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Tripping Through Love
Seriously, fuck you. I have had enough.
Imagine me coming home from training with the boys, in a very upbeat mood, and looking forward to seeing my wife with our little baby bump.
But ya…
All I find is a little note saying that she has left.
I am tired of losing Isabella.
Around every corner, there is a hole that I need to trip through…and…
I have had enough.
I once believed I knew what love is.
Isabella Jackson…
I was satisfied with a mediocre life, a mediocre relationship. You know, the same old, same old – "He cares about me, I care about him";
"I will never find anything better than this." stuff.
All that fucking bullshit.
I actually thought that I had found my 'forever after.' The person I'll eventually end up with.
Isabella came into my life and changed my whole existence from its core. From the very first moment our eyes met, I knew there was something
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