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Patience

What happened to chivalry?
What happened to bringing a woman flowers on a first date?

In the dating world people are not concerned about who they are with, but who else they can swipe when they get home. 

Even married men - jealous they are not single. 

My naivety is gone. 
My trusting heart plundered by dating apps and the men who frequent them. 

He said "stop looking", he so wisely said that months ago. 

When he called me I was sleeping. Startled awake I asked "Who?"  And I cried. Like when my man before him would startle me awake and I would cry, scared, and he would comfort me. 

Lord I have had two good men. I loved them both. I guess I still grieve them. 

Give me patience Lord. Time to heal and take care of myself. Time with family. 




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