But I thought about it. I was partnered for about ten years, had a beautiful house with room for a pony. As I look back, he did love me. I did love him. And we still love each other. As a couple we were pretty toxic. A couple of years ago I went back to the town where we lived and after a week staying with him went screaming into the night because he started to pull the same old shit he used to pull on me. And, I began to respond in the same old way. That's why I fled. I still think about him, but it's a non-starter.
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