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“Jenn, I want to see you in my office before you leave,” commanded ICU nurse manager Jack Murphy. Nursing was Jack’s second career after retiring from the Marines, and sometimes he forget that he wasn’t commanding troops anymore.My first thought was, “Oh great, what did I do now?”I walked to his office and found him sitting behind his desk with a rather stern look on his face.“Close the door behind you and sit,” he ordered, pointing at the chair in front of his desk.After what seemed like an eternity but was actually only a few seconds, he asked me in a soft tone, “What’s bothering you? The last few weeks everyone has noticed that you are not yourself.”That was all it took to cause my eyes to fill with tears as I started to cry uncontrollably. He got up from behind his desk, pulled a chair next to where I was sitting, put his arm around me and softly said, “Okay, calm down. Whatever it is we can fix it. Now tell me what’s going on.”In between sobs I began to explain that my husband of five years had announced suddenly that he wanted a divorce and had packed up and moved out.“Another woman?” Jack asked.“No. He just doesn’t want to be married anymore,” I said between. sobs. “He doesn’t want to be responsible for another person.”Jack took the next half-hour asking me questions and making suggestions for how to deal with the situation.Over the next year, Jack became my go to person for support and advice. şişli escort We became friends and I became part of his family. His daughter, Allison (aka Allie), who is a few years younger than I, did her best to get me up to speed on socializing as a single woman again. Weekends hanging out with Allie at home really were an escape for me. At Jack’s recommendation and with his help I found a new less stressful job with regular hours. I was getting by but missed having a man in my life on a regular basis. I never thought of Jack as anything other than a friend. He was a father figure until….A little over a year after my divorce was final I was invited to the wedding of one of my nurse friends from the ICU. I mentioned the invitation to Allie and told her I wasn’t planning on going because it would be all couples and I had no one to escort me. She looked at me and said, “I wouldn’t bet on that. My dad Is going and my mom can’t go with him. She’s out of town that weekend on business.” With that, she called him and explained my situation. After a few exchanges, she handed me the phone and said, “Dad wants to talk to you”I took the phone from her and said, “Hi Jack.” He asked if Allie had the situation correct, and when I said yes, he said, “Jenn I would be honored if you would let me escort you.” Laughing, I replied, “How could I turn down an offer from the hospital hunk?”Jack really is a hunk. mecidiyeköy escort To say that Jack turns women’s heads is an understatement. His blond hair and blue eyes combined with his 6’ 1”, 200 pound physique that puts men half his fifty-six years to shame has caused many a woman to trip over her own feet trying to get a second look at him.As the date of the wedding approached, I agonized over what to wear. I needed something fancy that nobody at the wedding would have seen me in but didn’t want to spend money on a new dress. My only option was something I had worn to an event with my ex-husband. It was a beautiful dress. Very slinky Royal Blue, backless halter top that really showed off my assets.Problem was the dress brought back memories of one of the best nights of my marriage. I decided I would just have to deal with the memories.The afternoon of the wedding Jack picked me up. When I opened the door he looked at me and said, “Wow, you look great in that dress.”It was a beautiful wedding. Champagne flowed freely which I took advantage of.I lost track of Jack after dinner as I mingled and danced with my friends.After a while I found him sitting by himself at the bar.I approached him and jokingly asked, “Hey Marine what’s a girl have do to get a drink around here?”Tapping the seat next to him, he replied, “Well you just sit yourself down here ma’am and I’ll take good care of you. Bartender, champagne for the lady and another Jameson’s on the rocks,” he ordered.Handing me my glass, Jack raised his and said, “A toast to the winner of the sexiest dress of the evening award.” After taking a sip of his drink he looked at me and said, “Jenn, that drees looks like it was custom made for you. Was it?”“No,” I said and began to tell him the story behind it.As I was telling the story of how I bought it knowing how much my ex would like it and how special that evening turned out to be, memories began to pop into my head. As my eyes began to tear Jack asked what was bothering me.I said, “Oh, just the usual thoughts of how the man I loved so much could just walk away from me. What’s wrong with me? Why would he do that?”Looking at me tenderly Jack said, “Hey I know it’s hard but better it happened now while you’re still young than live through years of an unhappy marriage.”“What do you know about unhappy marriages?” I retorted. “You have a perfect marriage.”Looking into his drink he softly said, “Things aren’t always as they appear.’“Are you telling me your marriage isn’t good?” I askedLooking up he said, “Far from good.”I was shocked. All this time I had no idea he was so unhappy. He went on to explain how his wife was a miserable person to live with and how she had refused him sex for the last ten years. “Why didn’t you get out?“ I asked.“Lots of reasons,” he said. “But mostly because I’m not the kind of man who can just walk away from a commitment. Who knows, maybe if I had a met a sensitive, beautiful, sexy woman like you I would have.”