I used to be in a relly bad relationship. The man I almost married would berate me daily, insulting me for just about anything. In particular, he would go after my hobbies. I loved playing the guitar, and I was even in a band.
Today, it’s been ten years since my abusive ex-fiance sold my favorite guitar. He sold it on the day I left him. When I went to claim my belongings, he was proud that he had sold it to a pawn shop. Luckily, I managed to track down the guy who bought it from the pawn shop.
He was really sweet, and gave it back to me for free, on the condition that I accompany him on his front porch for an hour to play guitar with him. He grabbed a second guitar, and we ended up sitting there on his porch for the rest of the afternoon playing music, talking, and smiling. He’s been my husband for nine years now.
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