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The ride back home was a relaxed and intriguing one. Cantella filled me in on how her husband had been a viscous snake when it came to getting her company, while on the other hand he posed as a loving, caring and supportive husband back at home. What a prick! "When women do such a thing, we are labelled gold diggers and crazy… but when a man does it, he is given a pat on the back!" Cantella exclaimed. I could hear the pain in her words even though she didn't show it. We exchanged contacts before she dropped me off and promised to keep in touch with our unending dramas. I opened the door to my apartment and as soon as my door creaked closed, I fell to my knees and broke down. I cried and drained my tear ducts. I stood up and headed towards my bathroom to take a long hot shower. I reeked of prison cells, courts, crazy ex-girlfriends and two men. I switched on my phone and responded to a mountain of texts from family and friends. I practically lied th...