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I know it's not the best thing in the world to be dating a guy twice your age. I answered an ad in the classifieds and nabbed employment as a nanny (rich folk term for babysitter) of a cherubic-faced 2-year-old. At the time, my boyfriend, Cody, was in the thick of pledging a fraternity.

While they giggled about cute boys and bar make-outs, I remained conspicuously quiet. "When Jenna arrives tell her I'm in the restroom," his faraway voice said. The gigantic building loomed imposingly above me, a solid marriage of concrete and steel. Don't bother about leaving your ID." He gave me a leering wink and Melissa and I sailed inside the building.

My family was aware of the scandalous situation so I shunned holiday gatherings out of shame. It was a blustery evening in early December when my cell phone rang. All the blood in my body rushed to my head and I nearly dropped the phone. Facts began to pelt my brain like hail on a windowpane. What the f*ck have I been thinking for the past three years of my life? I wondered if I'd truly been a sucker, naively carrying on a relationship with a man who had no intention of leaving his wife. " I was out of control, sobbing his name into the phone until he heard me."Monica? Locating someone within the 22,000 seat arena is akin to finding an eye contact in a swimming pool. The bright light of the arena was an assault to my eyesight.

From your returning favorites to your newest addictions, here’s a full list of what’s on when. JANUARY Monday, […] Justin Timberlake might be hitting the road!As I pressed onward, Melissa in tow, those words kept replaying in my head. We stepped into the arena and walked to the edge of the concrete platform. Years of agonizing nights alone while he went to "family obligations" with his wife. These wasted years and years had culminated in this single, horrifying moment in time. While he was building his new home, Ryan was living in a condominium less than a mile from my apartment. The expression on his face was something I didn't expect. The glass launched from his loose grasp and shattered against the wall. Silent tears streaked his bleak expression."Don't touch me you liar! We stood there in the dark silence, listening to each others’ ragged breathing."It's not what you think." He finally chanced."That is such BULLSHIT! " I fell silent when, uncharacteristically, he raised his voice."I WAS meeting Jenna and her dad about our taxes. I quickly located the row of Jazz Players rimming the court. " Out of sheer habit, I was momentarily elated when I picked his face out of the crowd. There he sat, happily watching a Jazz game with the woman he claimed disgusted him, the woman he was supposedly divorcing. A stupid, blonde boost to his already inflated ego. Like an elastic band stretched too far, I snapped and there would be no bouncing back into who I used to be. Before I knew what I was doing, I slammed out of my apartment, my bare feet slapping the cement. "So I can see you all the time," he had said at the time. Ryan's back was to me as he sat motionlessly in his oversized leather armchair. " I yanked my bleeding hand from his grasp and retreated to the other side of the room."You lied to me. Ryan was above me, chatting amiably to the man and woman seated next to him. Once home (and a few shots of Jagermeister to calm my frazzled nerves later), excruciatingly painful sobs tore out of my chest and ripped upward through my throat. As I got closer, I could hear him discussing the game with the couple in the two seats between his and the stairway. My appearance at the Jazz games he had shared with his wife for nearly fifteen years was so out of context he could only grimace uncertainly. I curled into a fetal position, clutched my stomach and buried my face into my pillow to drown the howling. I skittered drunkenly for the bathroom and spewed the contents of my stomach into the toilet. It felt good and I did it again."You deserve that you stupid b*tch." I slurred at myself.

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As I pressed onward, Melissa in tow, those words kept replaying in my head. We stepped into the arena and walked to the edge of the concrete platform. Years of agonizing nights alone while he went to "family obligations" with his wife. These wasted years and years had culminated in this single, horrifying moment in time. While he was building his new home, Ryan was living in a condominium less than a mile from my apartment. The expression on his face was something I didn't expect. The glass launched from his loose grasp and shattered against the wall. Silent tears streaked his bleak expression."Don't touch me you liar! We stood there in the dark silence, listening to each others’ ragged breathing."It's not what you think." He finally chanced."That is such BULLSHIT! " I fell silent when, uncharacteristically, he raised his voice."I WAS meeting Jenna and her dad about our taxes.

I quickly located the row of Jazz Players rimming the court. " Out of sheer habit, I was momentarily elated when I picked his face out of the crowd. There he sat, happily watching a Jazz game with the woman he claimed disgusted him, the woman he was supposedly divorcing. A stupid, blonde boost to his already inflated ego. Like an elastic band stretched too far, I snapped and there would be no bouncing back into who I used to be. Before I knew what I was doing, I slammed out of my apartment, my bare feet slapping the cement. "So I can see you all the time," he had said at the time. Ryan's back was to me as he sat motionlessly in his oversized leather armchair. " I yanked my bleeding hand from his grasp and retreated to the other side of the room."You lied to me.

Ryan was above me, chatting amiably to the man and woman seated next to him. Once home (and a few shots of Jagermeister to calm my frazzled nerves later), excruciatingly painful sobs tore out of my chest and ripped upward through my throat.

As I got closer, I could hear him discussing the game with the couple in the two seats between his and the stairway. My appearance at the Jazz games he had shared with his wife for nearly fifteen years was so out of context he could only grimace uncertainly. I curled into a fetal position, clutched my stomach and buried my face into my pillow to drown the howling. I skittered drunkenly for the bathroom and spewed the contents of my stomach into the toilet. It felt good and I did it again."You deserve that you stupid b*tch." I slurred at myself.

I splashed water across my mottled face and I caught sight of myself in the bathroom mirror. I hated the stupid, stupid girl who had tolerated this relationship. Moaning, I rolled over and looked at the alarm clock on my nightstand.