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It was four o’clock in the morning and the street was scares of moving vehicles.  He was there, lying in the bed, fast asleep. He made me feel every inch a woman last night and my heart aches whenever I realize it will be the last time that he will touch me . We have been together for three glorious years and putting a stop on it makes my heart bleed and my soul hunger.

But whenever I see the children, whose father I am taking from them, it makes me feel the immortal pain of guilt.  My father left us for another woman, and the pain my mother and I felt was excruciating. Those children do not deserve to feel the same way because of me. So before  he wakes up, I will be long gone, to a place he never knows.