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weeks before we'd be living together anyway. He said he knew he'd ruined my life. He shouldn't have told me how he felt the way he did. Especially when he knew Ashleigh was going to come home, but he also said couldn't and wouldn't regret it. As far as mistakes went it was the best one of his life. He said it was only fair he took care of me. And here we are, three years later, and I have to agree with him. As far as mistakes go, it's the very best one I've ever made too.
    Part of me still feels guilty for what we did and how we did it. I mean, Ashleigh has never spoken to me since, but I think we've moved on. Wayne and I are happier than ever and I love living in Los Angeles. Honestly, I don’t know why Ashleigh hates it so much. It's so beautiful and warm and my life with Wayne is amazing. It’s nothing like what I had with the ex who ran away with the model. I know now that was lust and not even a very powerful one because what I have with Wayne is so good. This is love.
    We're not married yet and we're not planning the wedding either. There was just too much going on and at first we agreed we needed to settle into our lives in LA. But then I struggled to find work because I left my fashion portfolio with Ashleigh and I have nothing to show for years of education and employment. Without two salaries we're struggling to save up for the kind of celebration we want.
    Sean was tetchy when I called about my portfolio. It contains my best work and all the designs I have for the couture label I want to launch one day. Sean says Ashleigh has no idea what I'm talking about. He believed her. I don't. Woman scorned and all that.
    It means I've had to start all over again but I've to make up for years of lost work. I've tried to put together a new portfolio but I know it's not my best work. I love to go out and explore for inspiration. I take my camera and leave the apartment. I get so many ideas for designs but when I get home I can't seem to pull off the look I'd envisioned.
    Besides, who wants to be locked up inside with all of this gorgeous coast to discover? I can't help myself. If Wayne's not home I have free reign to discover the west coast and find places I want to take him to on his day off. But we never make it. We're coming up for our third anniversary and his wandering hands won't leave me alone long enough to get out of the apartment. I love it.
    We live in this beautiful cozy apartment. It's a little on the small side but I don't mind because we share a pool with our neighbors and I've met so many nice people. I was worried I'd sit inside alone while Wayne's at work but I'm never in the apartment and I never feel alone.
    Sometimes I have to pinch myself to remember that this is my actual life and other times I get dragged down from the cloud I live on with a bump. I'm not delusional, I know our world is not perfect. Wayne can be a little moody after a particularly difficult shift. On these days, I know not to smother him with loving concern or pepper him with questions about his day. He can snipe at me and say hurtful things, like why haven't I found a job yet? He's sick of supporting my lazy ass, oh, and my personal favorite is he's sick of me. I used to fight back, but to be honest it's just not worth it. We used to argue. He would get angrier and angrier and then burst out of the apartment in a rage and go screeching off in our car. Eventually he'd return, but he wouldn't speak to me. This one time he didn't return until the end of his shift the following day, and another he didn't speak to me for three days. Three whole days!
    So I've stopped arguing with him. I let him sulk in his chair in the corner of the room. Let him watch whatever he wants on television, and I try to ignore his bitter remarks about the food I cook or the designs I make. It's just not worth the hassle when I know tomorrow he'll be back to his usual charming self again.
    Last night he drove us out to a quaint little town for dinner at a bistro.