Never trust a bad boy. Oh, just let me roll my eyes here for a second. Stop. Stop giving these assholes the time of day …

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Two years after the first one tangled me up in his bullshit, here’s another one.  Lying in my hospital bed, unconscious. The last one chewed me up and spat me out, so I’m not going anywhere with this one. Unlike last time, I know exactly what I’m dealing with. Older. Wiser. Moving on.

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You should never let them help you out, that’s where I think it all goes wrong, that’s where they slip under your defences. You start to think maybe they’re okay, underneath that rough exterior, maybe even a decent guy, and with all those tattoos, long hair and a sexy body, maybe, just maybe … and then you prise open the lid and look into the box and the cheating and the excuses hit you right slap bang between the eyes ...