Heyy Waffle gang, I do hope you are well. My name is Mark and today we're checking out some more relationship stories.

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Now this was a suggestion over on R slash Mark Narrations from Tard as Hell already who said

this one is a favorite of mine and then link the post from Still Angry After Four who says

it's been four years and I thought I was past it, but after this Memorial Day, I'm not,

and I need advice.

I've been stalking these subreddits for a while, and I thought just reading people's

stories would help me, or if I found someone with a similar situation, I could see how

they did it.

But I guess my situation is unique, so here we go. First, let me be

clear, I don't care if you think this is fake. I don't care if you want to rip me a new one

after I vent. It already happened. I thought I was okay. I thought I moved on, but after last

weekend, it all came back and the anger I had back then just came in full force and even though

I'm back home with my fiance.

That anger towards my ex just won't go away.

I spent years in anger management for what she did and the situation that was created and

I thought I was okay.

Right now I just turned 39.

I was 18 when I met my ex Marisol. During that

time I was a gangbanger with the Latin Kings. I was in a member since I was 13 and was always in

and out of trouble. Marisol was a church girl. My grandmother dragged me to Sunday Mass and when I saw

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