In Toronto, I had my social worker Alan , my bookstore I call him. Hubby was losing tenure and becoming very violent in his language so Alan heard all about it and told me I was a saint once. We never slept together obviously, I was wrong, but he loved me very much and was wonderful for a good 10 years, even when we moved away from Toronto. He quit his job by now and told me he had health issues since we moved back to bc. We finally lost contact. It is life. He was so very loving and the best listener I ever had.
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