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Her nails dug into my arms and the pin prick of pain was the end of me

She was the end of me

Lexie Platzski, my wife, was all I ever wanted

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Lexie

He brought ain and I rolled over onto my stoure out if I was iant one

He came back in with plates of the sandwiches and salad The bottle of wine and two glasses

“I’ve never met anyone with a Christmas tree in their bedroom”

“Well, I’m mostly only here to sleep If I put it downstairs I’d never see it”

I took the glass of wine he poured ainst the headboard, his legs stretched out over mine “You know,” he said and pointed at ured you for a Christmas fan It’s pretty It’s fun Presents”

“I seeirl who likes presents, do I?”

He nodded

I sighed and rested my chin onup,” I said “Myfor unavailable men”

“Like emotionally?”

“Like they were h

“Sorry, that’s not funny You just…you’re funny”

I grinned at him over my shoulder No one had ever said I was funny Or sot plenty Sexy, sure But funny and set used to “Anyway, thewere alith their real families and it was just the two of us”

“And that wasn’t fun?” he asked quietly “The just you and your mom part?”

“The two of us was never really enough for her” I took a deep breath, surprised when it hitched “She was the kind of woman who needed a man, you know? To feel safe To feel like she had value And there I was, sewing little presents for her and trying to figure out how to bake cookies and she would have three martinis and hope her boyfriend would call”

“I’m sorry,” he said “That’s awful”

“It was Noe get together for the day after Christo out for lunch, shop It’s better that way”