The picture of them laid against the wall–away from every other memorable thing in their home.
She gathered his belongings, tossed them in extra-large garbage bags, and slung the pile one by one to the edge of the curb.
Fifteen years of them shuffled around in each bag, her heart broke at the thought of it. But, he had his chance. He simply couldn’t commit. And she . . . well, she was tired of being “ringless.”
An ultimatum was given, “Marry me or leave.”
He walked out the door.
A Cornered Gurl 
Fifteen years, and he still couldn’t commit. Crazy!
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Girl . . . They’re out there like that! Lol.
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He walked out the door and his stuff followed.
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Haha. Yup!
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Too many like them. I thank my lucky stars I’m single by choice. Long pass my dating years.
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Haha. I’m still single myself. I miss being in love, though.
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I suppose one does. But all the messy emotions … can do without it for sure.
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I hear you!
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His loss!
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I think she’s gonna end up finding someone else later on down the line. She’s gotta heal first. He’ll be lamenting over her soon enough.
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Silly boy!
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Haha. Haha. I agree, Peter!
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