Seth and I were back together.

Life was great,  but I hadn't stopped drinking.

I tried, but, in true form, I got comfortable with my efforts to not drink and one drink turned into two turns into three... turns into every night.

The problem this time was not between Seth and I. We got along great. The problem this time was his ex-wife, Pamela.

Pamela was awful. She would call him at all hours of the day. She would text him constantly. She would drive by his house and just blow up his phone whenever I was there.

Whenever she called I would hear her refer to me as "she" and "her" and "the little girl."

You see, Seth is ten years older than me, so she was taking it exceptio...

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