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The shower’s running

Not a good sign when you live alone It can alow

Fuck

Fightinginto in to dance aroundhead

Max turned up atwith him

Shots Way too many shots

Then, tomen came over to join us

One was blonde, a natural, with long wavy hair Petite body She even had hazel eyes Her face was pretty, not beautiful like Evie’s but pretty enough Because of that, I couldn’t help myself I had to have her Not because she was hot—which, of course, she was—and not because I just wanted to get laid No, it was none of those things

I fucked the blonde because she looked exactly like Evie, my ex-wife

I can’t believe I did it again Jesus, I really am a sick fuck

Trust on

I don’t have a sex addiction—even though I do like sex a lot No, I have an addiction to fucking women who look like my ex-wife

Sick, right?

Well, I had an addiction, which apparently has kicked back into play

Fuck!

I haven’t pulled this crap in a really long ti a slip-up three years ago—I’d successfully avoided having sex with any women who reminded me of Evie

Three fucking years down the drain

I’d actually thought I was cured Guess not

For a long time, after Evie had left me, all I did was screw rando blonde hair, and I would let ination do the rest

According toEvie’s look-alikes wasto re-create the one time in my fucked-up life when I had felt truly happy—before it all went to shit

Funny because, even though my life had sucked before Evie, ultiht to hell

I should’ve known from the moment I met her that, eventually, she’d beEve It had been written in the cards

My therapist said I wasMaybe if she had, it would have been easier At least I’d have knohy she’d left me

But no, all I got—after a year together and one week ofwithout a word

I one out on ood-bye before leaving, and when I got ho on the coffee table for nature on the dotted line, a note beside it saying, Sorry, and her wedding ring sitting on top of it

And that was it

I haven’t seen or spoken to her since That wasn’t forher cell I left her panicked, then angry, and then just plain old desperate voiceuntil her mailbox was full

A few days later, her number was disconnected

Even then, I still refused to believe she’d just left me