His head ached as he ended the phone call with her. But not as much as his heart. As he slowly rested the receiver back in its cradle, his memory tortured him with the sounds of when her voice was once full of love and hope and happiness.
But now, the honeymoon was over. Her tones were full of unspoken gripes and complaints. Behind her cheerless voice, he heard "what have you done for me lately?" In the beginning, it was her implicit coos of "what can I do to make you happy?" made him give love a second chance.
But now, like the strangling hold of Wisteria vines around a mighty oak, she had him now. Try as he might, he could not stop her true personality from infecting his life. He had as much chance as hiring a durham house cleaning service to work for him in Antarctica as he did trying to untangle his life from his latest mistake - her.
There was a time when her love was a wonderful fire that warmed and filled his heart. Now, it was a raging, crazed inferno that threatened to reduce his life to ashes. Our hero had no idea how he was going to save himself this time.
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