When I was crying in IHOP over pancakes and people were staring and inside my head I was repeating over and over: I have turned into one of those women crying in public and everyone feels so bad for her and hates the man she is with, the one making her cry that she will never leave ever. That is one of the moments I now see as the finishing strokes on my relationship. Yes... over pancakes, in an IHOP, crying, but still being kind as I could be to the waiter.
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