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Oh, Alison. What a hoot! That man was a cheater. And the woman was someone not worth her little finger. Wow… Love that picture.
I agree with Gayla. He found someone else.
Alison, I especially love the puttery treats you share.
I think the guy was a good for nothing and she got sick of waiting on him hand and foot. Finding him in the bed with her sister one day didn't help either.
With all her time and energy she rose to become the first self made lady millionaire designing homes for the rich and famous.
Abby
hmm I wonder…???
Yes, he was a bounder and a cad! and I fear he trifled with the affections of her best friend,before returning home one evening to find his smartest suit had been shredded by a pair of pinking shears!
I agree, what a hoot! I have thrown an old boyfriend's clothes out of our hotel room onto the balcony, but to go that far and actually scratch them out of the photo and write that, must have been a real juicy reason! The worst thing is we will never know!
Ouch, she must have really hated that guy !!!!