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Wow, I think I know this guy. And I might be his Long-Lost Love. Yuck. Through my upper-lower-mid-twenties, I thought he was The One. I took him back way too many times, we finally broke up once and for all, I came to my senses, and he still comes sniffing around once in a while. I occasionally have actual no-foolin' nightmares about him. From the outside looking in, he would undoubtedly, in his Eurotrash way, be horrified at how my life without him has turned out, what with my messy house, three loud kids, gentle unglamorous American husband, second-hand car. He would absolutely refuse to believe that I'm happier now than ever before, and certainly happier than I ever was with him. Yuck.
