‘I followed my new boyfriend to his home. He was greeted at the door by his wife.’ – Mamamia

“Can I come hang at yours after work?” I asked him over coffee and croissants.
His forehead creased as he glanced at his watch. “Ah, I’m not sure about this evening. I’ll call you.”
“But I haven’t seen your place yet! I’d love to come visit you.”
He ran a hand through his hair, avoiding eye contact. “Sure. Work’s crazy at the moment, though. I’ll call you.”
I tried not to feel deflated. We’d had such a perfect weekend! I hated the thought that he might be slipping through my fingers.
“So wh…

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