When You Disappeared

by John Marrs

Because the more you trust in someone, the more opportunities you give them to shatter your illusions about them.

you should never let money get in the way of a good idea,’

‘You did what you had to do,’ she said, finally. ‘Nobody can judge you but God, Simon. I won’t. While I cannot lie and say the things you’ve done haven’t been cruel and selfish, or that you haven’t hurt people who might not have deserved it, you know that for yourself. And if you had to suffer all of that to become the man and the father I love now, then so be it.’

I don’t like either one of themmmmm 😑😑😑😑

‘Say what you want about me, Catherine, I’m old enough and ugly enough to take it,’ he began defensively, ‘and a little of it I probably deserve, but do not bring Luciana and my children into this. They have done nothing to you. I’m sorry if you haven’t liked what you’ve heard, but it’s the truth, and in the great scheme of things, it doesn’t matter how I got here. Because I’m here now, and I want to make my peace with you.’

The way no one would be able to pull me off this man 😑 I cannoooottttt

‘It doesn’t matter what she did,’ he shouted. ‘She’s the mother of my children.’

Wooooo baby!!! My blood pressure!

‘I’m sorry, can you remind me where it is?’ She frowned; he’d lived in the house for almost ten years, and earlier that day he had stood on the other side of the door

He better not have dementia 😒

We each had one eye on the clock. Hers was to remind herself of how much longer she had left as the centre of my universe. Mine was to decide on the right time to leave her.

What is wrong with him??

It was James. It was my James.

Your James???? You literally abandoned them kids 😑

Pack enough warm clothes for a week. You only have thirty minutes. All my love, Edward.

Love that

he led us upstairs into a private viewing room. Row after row of twinkling rings had been laid before us on dark cushions like stars across our own private universe. ‘I don’t believe in long engagements, so why don’t you choose your wedding ring instead?’ suggested Edward.

Mr Brain Surgeon is soooo romance 🥰

Edward and I went out for a celebratory meal at an Italian restaurant in Manhattan that a friend of his had recommended. As he opened the frosted-glass door, I nearly fell backwards when a huge roar rang out. In front of me sat my family and friends, with champagne flutes raised high in the air like Gabriel’s trumpet.

Oh he’s doing his big one frrr 😍