Fool me once…

Over the years I have encountered my fair share of counterfeit men. There was one man who left a bigger scar than the others. This man was a professional faker. He was tall, handsome, and worked with teens. Had a great job.  Involved with his community. He was a gentleman, consistent, and called when he said he would. He told me he knew he wanted to marry me from the moment he saw me. We spent everyday together, met his friends, and his family. This was such a relief, because I was tired of dating. I thought this was it, but the honeymoon phase fizzled out in the blink of an eye when I told him I was pregnant….

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