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I Dated Someone Who Did Time For Murder
It’s amazing what you forget with enough time and effort.
It was the 90s. I was working for a large insurance company around the corner from the White House. I worked in the policy issuance department. I was the department secretary. Go to work, go home. Go to work, go home. I liked my life. Routine and all. My “friends” didn’t think I was happy.
Because you know, someone else always knows you better than you know yourself. #nope
A couple of co-workers wanted to introduce me to a former co-worker. He had changed industries but stayed in touch with his former colleagues. I wasn’t interested. With a sufficient amount of nagging, I relented. I always do under the guise of, “If it will shut you up, okay.”, kind of attitude.
Enter John.
John had the gift of gab and an eye for detail. He didn’t miss a thing. In hindsight, I know it was his way of using manipulation to get what he wanted. I simply thought he was attentive. He did and said all the right things.
Until he didn’t.
Fast forward nearly a year. There had been red flags, but they could be easily explained away. We see what we want to see. The path of least resistance. We don’t want to be wrong. We don’t want to be wrong again. There…
