Marlena watched her husband closely as he stood in front of her, arguing with all the strength that he could muster. She hated what this was doing to him… but she also hated what the situation was doing to her, and she couldn’t continue with the charade any longer. Marlena looked around the dimly lighted …
What I had with John was a thunderstorm. It was full of lightening and wind and drama and passion.
The Jarlena Journal 