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Back home, after finally getting my daughter to
sleep, I went over the whole story with my
husband, Mark.
He didn’t get it the first time, but after the
second, he took off his glasses, pinching the
bridge of his nose, and started breaking it
down.
“…She always said she was anti–marriage,
didn’t want kids.”
“And for years, she lived that way.”
“But then she meets your soon–to–be brother-
in–law, and she goes full–on offensive, basically
begging him for his number.”
“He’s tall, handsome, a doctor, and comes from
a rich family.”
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“I, you, most normal people don’t even know
people like that.”
“If your sister hadn’t gone to a good college
and gotten a great job, she never would’ve even
crossed paths with someone like that…”
As he laid it out, Emily’s state of mind started
to make a little more sense:
Emily did want to get married all along.
But Emily wanted a good life, she had no
interest in settling down with average joe.
Surrounded by average Joes, she declared
herself “anti–marriage.”
But the second she saw a high–class bachelor
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like Sarah’s fiancé – she went batshit crazy.
She thinks she deserves him.
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Not only that, but she thinks he should be
chasing her.
Because guys like that are so rare, she isn’t
letting go for a second.
She’s like a drowning person clinging to a life
raft.
Mark frowned.
“She finally found someone, and she’s willing to
ditch you over him. Forget your friendship.”
“She’s not going to give up easily…”
“…So what do we do? Do we tell Sarah?”
Tell Sarah…
How do I even explain this?
“Hey, congrats on the engagement! Turns out,
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some psycho who likes your fiancé saw my
Facebook post.”
Do I pour a bucket of cold water on her joy?
But if I don’t say anything, who knows what that nutcase will do?
After a long pause, I grabbed my phone.
Forget “lucky.” We have to deal with it!
I called Sarah, laying out the story as fast as I
could.
When I first called, Sarah was still tired from the
engagement.
But after hearing the story, her and her fiancé
seemed like they were wiped.
“Sis, is this real?”
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“There are really people like that?”
“Are you joking?”
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I wish I was joking.
But my aching head, my daughter’s injuries, my
phone was filled with proof:
There really are people like that!
Sarah and her fiancé were silent.
They were trying to figure out what to do.
What should they do?
What would the psycho do?
