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Christmas Wishes
Jax and I went back to not talking to each other. Once again, he claimed not to remember what he had done, but this time I did not believe him. This attack was deliberate and planned out. It was not a moment in anger. Jax purposely waited for me to be asleep, then he went and drank the rest of the bottle of liquor. Once he was inebriated, he had to get my cell phone off my dresser, unlock it and then proceed to go through my phone relentlessly. Then he planned and executed a full-blown attack against me. So, when he tried the same lame excuse that he did not remember I told him that I did not believe him.
He also tried telling me that he wanted to stop drinking. I was not going to fall for that lie again. It hurt to see him cry, but not as much as he had hurt me that night. I knew that this was not how love was supposed to be, I just was not sure how to get out.
Not that it truly mattered in the grand scheme of thin
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