He emptied our bank account, took our dog Max, and moved to Oregon with his secretary. He’d wanted short skirts, high heels and spontaneity. I’d worn tennis shoes, jeans and stability like a coat of armor. Robert, and the home wrecker, opened a small real estate office with our savings. He left me with a huge car payment on his dream car—a red Beamer. We couldn’t afford the loan but he said he needed it for his image. He left it and the payments behind and bought matching silver Mercedes. I immediately traded in the new Beamer for a five year old Subaru. I’d worked fifty hours a week, for three years, at a Bed & Breakfast called, ‘Leisure Nights’. Cooking, cleaning and sometimes as the gardener. Peter, the owner, appreciated my drive and dedication. His life partner Chris, a divorce attorney, went after Robert and my money with a vengeance—pro bono. Robert had invested it all in his real estate business and didn’t have the cash to pay me back.
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