Hey, Hey, Waffle Gang. I do hope you are well. My name is Mark and today we're checking

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Much love, guys. Now today's first story comes from buckets of drawings who says

me 36 male with my 42 female of two years. I suspect she's up to some shenanigans.

I've dated this lovely lady for about two years and she's meant the world to me. We've been

two peas in a pod and I adore her completely.

We've always had our week or weekend plans committed because we tend to travel quite a bit,

so having these plans cemented is an important detail due to the arrangements I make for an outing.

Well, several months ago, she cancelled on me for a weekend trip. It was sudden and caught me off

guard, but life

happens. She had decided to go to a party with her friends. No big deal, and I told her I would

pick her up at whatever time she called. I wished her a good time and counted on hearing at the

end of the night. The end of the night comes, and instead of a come pick up my drunk self,

I got an I'm going to stay the night with my friend

here. I was fine with this and said to rest up and have a nice night. When we finally meet up again

a week later, something was off. My spider sense was tingling and she was looking everywhere

but at my face while we were having dinner. I asked her if she was feeling okay or if there was

something I could

help with and she said no, and that she just wants to go home. Something was clearly

bothering her, but it was a secret and nothing I could say or do was going to let that secret

out. Over the next several weeks, small plans of ours were cancelled and were replaced with

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