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It's half past four, I've been waiting for two hours, normally I don't put myself through this kind of thing but I had hoped we could work things out. You see I left him about a month ago, found him with another woman, the man I loved or at at least thought I did betrayed me. What am I to do, I let all my defenses down and ended up getting hurt anyway, it doesn't seem to matter how hard I try relationships just don't work for me. So here I sit .... Do I give up? Will he show? What's the point or is there one? This uncertainty kills me, what will he say, what does he think? Why is it I've let him control my life and then walk all over me just to have an affair with a younger woman? I look over my shoulder in fear that he might show, then what will I Do? I don't want to work it out anymore, he has hurt me enough. For his sake I'll give him ten more minutes but by then, or even now my heart has stopped....In ten minutes I will be dead, numb to the touch hurt for the last time. No more will he walk over me because that chapter is over and I will take no more........-Anonymous

I can't believe Max will never show up for our weekly appointment again. Every Wednesday at 2:00 p.m., we meet here and have our little "discussions." My mother and her daily insulin injections. His father has his breathing machine. We both are (were) trapped by invalids. Caretakers.

We care for each other. Our own little support group. It helps to vent. It's not that I don't love my mother but I just never had a life of my own.

Max feels the same. He reads the paper with his father every morning before work. He cooks dinner at night, gives him his medication, makes arrangements for doctors appointments. He was much more accepting of his role than I.

I hoped that someday, when our parents were gone, we would be together.

But now he is gone. Passed on before his dad.

I'll probably keep coming here for awhile. It still gives me comfort.-Barbara Sheehan

A mysterious woman waits for that tall ,dark and handsome man to come and sweep her off her feet. Gasping every breath of air with great hope and impatience, wondering when he will come into her life and change it forever.- David Burke, 18

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