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Good Love vs Bad Love Part II/ a LovelyLady1 and Foxxy Brown collaboration

Deceptive Love
By Foxxy Brown
 
23yrs into life they met:She thought he was cute, liked his car; he liked her body.
25yrs into marriage:He goes to the doctor and discovers that he has an illness of an unknown origin to which there is no cure.
6months after diagnosis:She is in her room trying on new dresses, she can’t decide on which dress to wear to his funeral.
3:30pm:He begins another round of coughing fits, while gasping for air he calls out to her.
6:45pm:She finally goes into his room to see what he wants.
6:45pm:He knows that he doesn’t have much time left he needs to confess! He says between coughs “I don’t have much time left; there are a few secrets I have been keeping that I think you should know about.  
 
6months after we started dating I began sleeping with your best friend Monica. We continued on for about 2yrs but she disappeared. No one has seen her since.  
 
A year after we got married I started sleeping with your younger sister but then there was that freak accident that left her paralyzed from the waste down.
 
A few years after your father died your mother and I began an affair. We would meet at the hotel a few blocks from where I worked; the things she'd do with her mouth once she removed her teeth...But then you placed her in a nursing home. I never understood why you choose a facility in Alaska.
 
7:00pm:He continued talking although his breathing had become labored; he says “I have slept with a lot of women… and a few men over the years but, I have never stopped loving you. I am so sorry for what I put you through!
7:05pm:She stands up, wiped a single tear from her eye. She looks down at him with soft eyes and a warm smile. As she begins to lovingly and gently pull his blanket up past his waist… past his chest… she says “Yeah, I know you’re sorry… now just relax and let the poison work..” Then she pulled the blanket over his head.
As she left his room she turned the light off and closed the door.
 
Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned!
Written by lovelylady1
Published | Edited 13th Mar 2013
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