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Dear John

He'd come home every night and sneak into his room, snoring within a minute. He'd stay away all day, abandoning work, the home, me. On some days, he'd eat the food packed for him, on other days, he'd be too filled with 'her', to eat my food.

I'd often wonder where I  went wrong. Was I not a good cook? Did I do something that pushed him away? Was I a bad friend? Questions that formed bridges to nothingness. Questions that led me to misery.

Maybe two months was too short a time. Maybe I should have waited a little longer before deciding to bring him home to live with me, but I was hooked at the moment and he was too. Then slowly, John began to drift away. He slowly began to develop a friendship with Betty, which I didn't mind. I had never been the jealous type until a few minutes with her began to turn into hours, and then days.

Am I being unnecessarily jealous? I know that male dogs are known to wander a lot, but I never knew John would make a habit of it especially since I had given him all the love and food he needed. My neighbours say he needs one of his kind, that pierces a feeling of rejection into my heart. Men leave me, and now, dogs too. 

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