“Marlena, please come back… we need to talk about this, all of us…” I don’t turn around as I thunder up the stairs. I refuse to do this any longer. I refuse to be the problem in our household… in our family. “Let her go. You can do so much better than her…” I hear …
What I had with John was a thunderstorm. It was full of lightening and wind and drama and passion.
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