  &quot;Andre, don't let this just pass you by. Just give him a taste of his own medicine. I can clearly notice that seeing him again hurts you, I'm pretty sure that's exactly his intention,&quot; Loraine remarked. &quot;Hit back, hard and only then will you see how that works out. These abusers often cannot handle the pain they inflict on others.&quot;
  &quot;What exactly do you mean? I don't want to see this man around me, I can't stand him.&quot; It comes from the bottom of my heart. Again, Dale is a thing of the past, I can't say it enough. &quot;The problem you have is that you can't control it. He's going to keep appearing in front of you, pestering you until you explode,&quot; Loraine insists. &quot;Prove him wrong. You and I, in love and we will also sit on the terrace. We are deeply happy together and having a good time. If he can mess with women and pretend to be fake gay, so 

  I get up from my chair, grab Loraine by her waist and just ignore that bastard.
  We walk down the terrace to the dock where my boat is moored. &quot;Which one shall we take? An entire yacht is not that intimate. Let's choose a smaller catamaran&quot;, I say to my girlfriend loud enough that it is clearly audible from the terrace.
  A waitress quickly brings us a picnic basket, but I plan to moor in the other jetty because there is a well-stocked winery there. Dale likes wine, Loraine likes it too, although I see her more often with liqueurs. When I open the basket, I immediately see the note. That scares me back, but I have a good idea from who that came from. Presumably, he's now looking in my direction to see if I've noticed and read it. Well, then he will be standing there and waiting a very long time!
  I slide it into a corner and take a burger out of the basket anyway, which I u

  Andre
  I can't imagine Dale going that low. 
  Coming to my yacht club with his new partner is quite insensitive and characterless. I suspect he wants to take revenge after I ended our relationship some months ago, abruptly and refused all his calls after that. We had quite some trust issues, he made me feel so insecure with his behavior. It seemed like he housed two personalities in one body.
  When we were alone, he was the perfect partner. Romantic and physical, always made me feel good in his company. I remember how we experimented in the kitchen and later forced each other to eat our failed recipes. The many nighttime walks in which we entrusted each other's secrets, shared hidden desires and had such a good time together. Our vacations in the jungle of Suriname, his homeland, swimming in the dark water of the waterfalls, the breathtaking boat trips and wild dance evenings in the

&quot;Andre, don't let this just pass you by. Just give him a taste of his own medicine. I can clearly notice that seeing him again hurts you, I'm pretty sure that's exactly his intention,&quot; Loraine remarked. &quot;Hit back, hard and only then will you see how that works out. These abusers often cannot handle the pain they inflict on others.&quot;
  &quot;What exactly do you mean? I don't want to see this man around me, I can't stand him.&quot; It comes from the bottom of my heart. Again, Dale is a thing of the past, I can't say it enough. &quot;The problem you have is that you can't control it. He's going to keep appearing in front of you, pestering you until you explode,&quot; Loraine insists. &quot;Prove him wrong. You and I, in love and we will also sit on the terrace. We are deeply happy together and having a good time. If he can mess with women and pretend to be fake gay, so can you.&quot;
  Hmmmm, she has a point. I showed my hurt and Dale is probably having fun about that

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