Good Men Are Like Unicorns
READING AGE 18+
"My grandmother always said that good men are like unicorns," my friend Dallas said, as she took another sip of the Whiskey Sour in her hand. "They are magical, mythical creatures that only exist in dreams and fairy tales."
"Amen," I said in agreement, raising a cold, frosty daiquiri in salute. I was practically an expert. I had married my unicorn, my high school sweetheart, and after a short, disastrous marriage, I had divorced him to follow my own dreams. I could say with absolute certainty that unicorns were really arrogant, controlling ogres in disguise.
Unicorns don't exist.
Not for me anyway.
But the chemistry, THAT was real. And when I met Japheth again after five years apart, the sparks were still there.
One slightly tipsy moment of indiscretion landed me right back in the arms of my ex, who seemed bound and determined to prove that good men DO exist.
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Regina
I rolled out of bed on Monday feeling like I’d been hit by a train. And when I say rolled out of bed, I do mean rolled, because sitting up was no longer an option. I groaned as I got to my feet and slowly stood up.
“What’s wrong, babe?” Japheth asked, lifting his head from the pillow.
“Nothing really……
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