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		<title>Where the story starts</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[It starts in August 2008 while shopping at the mall for a watch. I was there with my friend Paul when we came across a kiosk selling watches, The girl working there was a thin brunette wearing a skirt with  nice legs showing. I looked over the cart but was unable to find a watch [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=atwistingtale.wordpress.com&amp;blog=4654875&amp;post=5&amp;subd=atwistingtale&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>It starts in August 2008 while shopping at the mall for a watch. I was there with my friend Paul when we came across a kiosk selling watches, The girl working there was a thin brunette wearing a skirt with  nice legs showing. I looked over the cart but was unable to find a watch i needethat would be practical for my job. As I was a correction Officer and wanted a velcro straped watch. after some small talk we left in search a watch since she did not have one. I found one a short time later at another cart. But on the way out we had to pass her cart again so I decided what the hell lets go see if she would be interested in going out sometime. I started with some small talk about the watch i found and then proceeded to see if she would be interested. She gladly took my number and I heard from her a couple of days later. Here&#8217;s where the real story begans.</p>
<p>When she called we spoke about meeting I said I would come get her she said no its no problem I will come down your way. This should have been red flag # 1 but it really didn&#8217;t registerer. The day she came done we went out to eat at a local restaurant********  We then returned back to my place and began to fool around and ended up sleeping with each other, though not out of the ordinary this should have been red flag #2 . We continued to see each other off and on for a few weeks in this time I found out she had a baby about 1 years old. I then asked why she has not invited me over and she said its because of her living situation which she described as living with her ex the faather of her kid. I said you live with a guy, she said yes buts it&#8217;s not like that she just can&#8217;t afford to move out, she said they haven&#8217;t been together for about five months and thats the only reason she is there Red flag # 3 and yes this one registered but she was very confincing so we continued dating for another month when I finnalydecided I didn&#8217;t like the arrangement and dished out the money to move her in to an apartment at the disagreement of my sister. This is where the issues started.</p>
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		<title>Chapter 1</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 17 Jun 2009 20:00:48 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[A short time after her living here I began to observe her behavior changing as in like she would tell me she was going out and would call me and tell me how things were, she stopped doing this. she would say she is going to her moms and then would never call me or [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=atwistingtale.wordpress.com&amp;blog=4654875&amp;post=7&amp;subd=atwistingtale&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>A short time after her living here I began to observe her behavior changing as in like she would tell me she was going out and would call me and tell me how things were, she stopped doing this. she would say she is going to her moms and then would never call me or answer her phone so I started to get a little curious so one day when she said she was home the night before and was going to bed I decided to go over  and say hi. Upon getting there she was not home so I called and got no answer so I waited a little still nothing. So i drove by her moms house and she was not there so I went home. I woke up the next morning around 5:30/6:00 and drove to her house and she was still not there so I waited down the street for her to come home around 7:00 she came home by herself no child. so after a few minutes after her getting home i called her and she answered I asked how she was doing she said ok I asked what she did last night and she said went to bed early and that&#8217;s why she did not answer her phone I said ok I asked how brendan was she said good he was still sleeping. I said that&#8217;s good but there is some thing that interests me she said what? I said you just came by me and that your son is not with you she then said she actually stayed at her moms house after eating there. I then pointed out that I went by her moms house and she was not there. I also pointed out that the way she came home was not the way she would come home and that this is the way she would come home from her old home. where the father of her child lived. She finnaly admitted being there and said that she brought her son over for him to see him and had a few drinks and didn&#8217;t want to drive  home and didn&#8217;t want me to think something else, she said she slept on the couch.Flag #4. So at this point I decided not to take this relationship so serious. But something draws me to her ( not sure why at this time) On another occasion about a month or so later amy disappeared and I could not get in touch with her and I remeber having to get something from her pocketbook  awile ago and remember seeing a discount card for this motel in cape cod, so i decided to call the motel and asked if they had someone there under her name and they daid no. after thinking about it for a few minutes i called back and asked for the name of her ex and they said yes I asked what room they were in and they said they couldn&#8217;t give out that info so I asked for the room and they transfrereed  me and no one answered so i called my friend and asked what he was doing and explained the situation and he said lets go. So we took an hour and a half drive to the cape so I could deal with this. The main purpose was fro the fact of proving I&#8217;m not an idiot and to tell her to go screw herself.</p>
<p> Now to step back a few and explain some issues that have arised in our relationship</p>
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		<title>Chapter 2</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 17 Jun 2009 19:59:50 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[In august of 2008 I was diagnosedwith a panic disorder and had to get on medication, I had tried various different meds and all had some sought of side effect mostly sexual and Amy her self has a real background that has a lot of luggage. With this she was unable to understand my issues [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=atwistingtale.wordpress.com&amp;blog=4654875&amp;post=9&amp;subd=atwistingtale&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>In august of 2008 I was diagnosedwith a panic disorder and had to get on medication, I had tried various different meds and all had some sought of side effect mostly sexual and Amy her self has a real background that has a lot of luggage. With this she was unable to understand my issues and all she could think about the sexual side effects of my medswas that i was uninterets3ed in her and she sought it else where as in her ex. Amy came from a background of an over affectionate dad who molested her which created a whole lot of issues with her. From the feeling of being rejected to  a secret disdain of men as she likes to make them suffer, and she did it unknowingly. Knowing this is flag # 5</p>
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