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| There can never be a 2nd Chance |
| by Jane |
I was young with I meet Sam. We both worked at the same law firm for the summer vacation. Sam and I hit it of immediately. He asked me out for dinner one day after work and I accepted. One dinner lead to another and another. Soon we were dating each other exclusively.
Months past and soon it was Christmas. We decided that I should introduce Sam to my family so he spent Christmas with us.
Every thing when well and on Christmas dinner Sam proposed to me in front of my family. I quickly accepted. My family was very happy becaused they liked Sam alot.
Plans for the wedding was going well. We were to be married in the fall of the following year.
One day Sam asked me to go to Paris with him and I said yes.
The first few days in Paris was spent mainly in the hotel room. Then on the forth night we went out for dinner. At the resturant the waiter kept hitting on me. Sam didn't say a word. That should have been my first clue that something was wrong.
When we got back to the hotel room Sam started saying that I was leading the waiter on. He called me some of the worst names in the book. But that was not it. He started hitting me saying that he did not want to see me talk to another guy again.
That night I left Paris with nothing but my clothes on my back and bruises all over my body. I did not bother to pack, all I knew that I had to get away from Sam.
I went back home to my parents and never spoke about what happened. Sam called the next day begging for forgiveness and a second chance. I knew however that there can never be a second chance once abuse was involved. |
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