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“Nope,” she said. “It’s not worth it. I know what I’m doing. If I get hurt, then I do. It wouldn’t be the first time.”
“We’ve all gotten hurt in life,” Jasmine said.
“I doubt Dahlia has. Not from a man.”
“You don’t know that,” Dahlia said.
“Really?” Jasmine asked. “You never tell us when you are dating someone.”
“Not normally much to say,” Dahlia said.
“There is if you got hurt,” Ivy said softly. “Why didn’t you tell us? Tell us now.”
“Not much to say,” Dahlia said.
“How about his name? Where you met and how long you dated?”
Dahlia looked at Jasmine who nodded her head. She hated that maybe there was some conversation going on between the two of them that she wasn’t part of.
It felt like so many times in her life she was excluded from things.
“His name was Shawn and we worked together,” Dahlia said.
“Oh. I didn’t expect you to date someone you worked with,” she said.
“And I never will again,” Dahlia said. “We dated for about eight months.”
“Eight months!” Ivy exclaimed. “And you never said a word.”
“Yeah,” Jasmine said. “Why didn’t you?”
“Because you were dating Wesley and everything was going so well and then you got pregnant. Mom and Dad came with Chase. Things were shifting with us at that point already. It didn’t matter.”
“Is that why you seemed like you weren’t happy?” Ivy asked.
Then she remembered Heather telling her that Dahlia was just not a social person but that didn’t mean anyone should say she was unhappy.
But looking back, her sister-gut told her that something was going on with Dahlia and she hated that she was so focused on her own miserable life back then she didn’t ask about it.
She wouldn’t do that again. Ever.
Dahlia shrugged. “I just was ready to be done with Shawn.”
“Now you know we have to know what was going on,” Jasmine said.
“I don’t know myself,” Dahlia said. “He approached me. I mean he made the first move. We had similar jobs, but he’d been there longer. A few years older than me. He got my personality. He didn’t put me in a slot.”
“A dull and boring slot?” Ivy asked with a big grin.
“Yeah,” Dahlia said. “We had the same careers and all. We got along well. Then after about six months he just seemed to change. I can’t explain it.”
“Try,” Jasmine said.
“He was edgy,” Dahlia said. “Moody. I asked all the time if things were okay with us and he said yes, but I could tell they weren’t. I finally had enough. Life is just too short to put up with things and feel like you’re walking on eggshells.”
“Like what?” she asked.
“It doesn’t matter,” Jasmine said. “It’s in the past. I’m sorry you went through that, Dahlia. And that there was so much going on in our lives that you didn’t feel you could tell us. Never again, right?”
