My family is going back and forth on what the name this stuff was! I had it in the 90s early 00’s. What’s the name ?

Answer: It is rubber cement. Even though the superior Elmer’s glue had been alive and well since the 50’s, this bottle that looked like a magical elixir crafted by an alchemist centuries ago, was in every one of my classrooms in the 80’s. And for some reason back then they thought making glue look like delicious pancake syrup was a good idea. Luckily just one whiff of this stuff and you’ll know right away that this will not have the sweet taste of Mrs.Butterworth.

My Husband Disappeared Shortly After Our Marriage — 17 Years Later, I Encountered Him at a Church Service

As the congregation dispersed, a laugh halted me in my tracks— a laugh hauntingly familiar. Turning around, I saw him. Richard’s silhouette was unmistakable, his hair now touched with grey. His eyes met mine, wide with shock, mirroring my own astonishment. It was unequivocally him.

A woman at his side asked if he was ready to leave. He briefly conversed with her before telling her to meet him at the car, and then he turned to me, setting a meeting at Tom’s Cafe on River Street.

An hour later, at the cafe, Richard, fraught with nerves, began to unravel the story of his disappearance. He confessed that an old flame, his high school sweetheart, had returned, confessing her enduring love. Caught in a tempest of past emotions, he realized he still loved her. This confession crushed me, as I had clung to his memory and the hope of his return.

Stunned, I confronted him about my unwavering loyalty. “You know that I didn’t remarry and waited for you all these years?” The shock in his expression was palpable. Overwhelmed by a torrent of emotions, I stepped outside, Richard trailing behind, apologizing profusely. I left him there, just as he had once left me.

In the aftermath, as I processed the betrayal and heartache, I resolved to forgive Richard for my peace. I reached out to Jake, opening myself to the possibility of new beginnings. But, I vowed to live for myself above all, a promise etched deep within my heart.

This story, while deeply personal, reflects the resilience of the human spirit in the face of unexpected trials and the journey towards self-discovery and forgiveness. It serves as a reminder of the strength we harbor within, capable of overcoming even the deepest of wounds.

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