I was nothing like his mother. Didn't look like her, act like her yet he told his friends we had to split up because I was like her. WTF. He told me that he no longer fancied me so why say I was like his mom.
I'd known him for over a year, we'd split up and got back countless times. I imagined that this time it would be like the others. He split up then pretended it was the drink. Although this time I decided I wasn't going to accept his apologies any more. This was final.
Jim called me three weeks later. Asked why I was ignoring him, expectant of the usual script. I told him I was engaged and wouldn't see him again.
Simon, his best friend called me a few days later to say Jim was in hospital, drink overdose. I didn't visit. He didn't have an ounce of empathy whilst we were together about his behaviour and treatment of me.
I had the wedding of my dreams, honeymoon in Australia.
Simon was a good husband.
I'm so glad I married him.
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Anglea over 13 years ago
Hi, I have no idea. I kept trying to understand it myself because one story long ago received more than a thousand views overnight, not sure how many it has now think it was something unbelievable last time I looked. It was the one about lying next to a cold body (dead) I wanted to see if there was a common link because I was planning on self publishing books of new stories but I never really found a pattern even though I tried various experiments. One thing I sometimes do when I see the random prompt is think in a very positive way although I think the story above wasn't written with that feeling as I was angry. Maybe Sherlock Holmes has the answer lol