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Story Of The Week
Return Of
The HeartBreaker

by Darcy Kidd

Eight months ago, after I finally felt that the man of my dreams had shown up, he called the night before our wedding, to say he changed his mind and couldn’t go through with the wedding.  I screamed so loud in my apartment that night that neighbors knocked on the door out of concern.

However, after intensive counseling from my pastor and family, I was able to overcome the indescribable pain that his decision forced upon me. Two months later, I met a wonderful guy who brought new meaning to my life.  Then it happened.  I ran into my ex-fiance in what used to be our favorite restaurant. 

He was with a gorgeous replica of me and I was with my newfound love.  He spoke.  I didn’t.  However, later that night, my phone rang and there he was telling me how much he missed me…that he still loved me, and how he had not been the same since we broke up.   What!  I couldn’t believe my ears.  This couldn’t be the same guy who had just broken my heart into little pieces.

I listened because I enjoyed hearing him grovel and I was smart enough to understand that it had all been inspired by him seeing me with another man.  He even had the nerve to ask if I’d have dinner with him the next night.  As I listened to the voice that used to make me grip the phone for dear life, I remembered how he wrote me a letter asking for the return of his engagement ring.  Later, I heard he gave the ring to an ex-girlfriend (who eventually dumped him). 

So, I agreed to meet him, with the full intention of not showing up.  But I saw it as a great opportunity to best display my disdain for him without saying a word.  I just wonder why men always “want” you when they think you belong to someone else, and why are some of them so callous as to revisit a place where they have knowingly inflicted pain and suffering.  I mean, do they have a conscience about their actions, or are they just plain cruel?  I’m just glad that I was saved from the experience of marrying a man who had not grown up to be one.  


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