Shawn, a guy I dated earlier that year, had done the same. Before him, it was Victor. All these men knew about my past and my daughters. So what was going wrong?
I was determined to find out. The next day, I met my colleague and friend Jose at work and poured my heart out.
“Jose, it’s like a pattern. Every time a guy meets my daughters, he just vanishes,” I explained, feeling tears prick my eyes.
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“Come on, Melinda, it can’t be that bad,” Jose said with a chuckle.
“I’m serious. I need your help,” I insisted.
