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Chelsea is a soon to be 40 year old divorcee of 4 years.
Whom according to her best friend is boring as hell.
She doesn't understand her problem, Chelsea has a successful career as a magazine...
I sat on the couch with my laptop sipping my coffee, it had been a long night tossing and turning due to the inner argument that seemed to be fighting between what I should feel and what I refuse to feel.
Marshall being the leading star.
I had been tossing it around for sometime, tossing between the feelings I've felt before but never this intensely and how I was current feeling.
It made me feel sick to my stomach.
I thought after all these years I knew what I felt, but suddenly I find myself wanting to spew out my emotions like vomit.
And that scared me to my core.
Sure I've been in love before, well I thought I loved my ex husband David, but this felt different, I couldn't quite put my finger on it.
My mother in her drunken wisdom use to tell me that you fall in Love three times in your lifetime.
Your first love.
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Your second love.
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And finally the third love, my mother always called it the true soul consuming love.
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I use to think she was crazy, she would get drunk and cry about her lost love even though she had my father.
The man in question, was a man she was with before my father, who had died in an drunk driver accident.
