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My boyfriend wanted to visit me on locations, but his parole officer wouldn't let him. That was the beginning of the end of our relationship.
"I'm really bummed," he said. "Being on the set would have been good for my career."
Six weeks out after doing two years in prison ald already he was talking the talk.
"Which career?" I asked gently.
"Acting." He said it as if he was stating the obvious.
There it was, the flashing neon sign, warning me of a future filled with acting classes, headshots, more classes, more headshots. None of which he could afford. And the truth is, he wasn't even a good enough actor to convince me he was in love with me. It was not a pretty picture. My search for Mr. Maybe had left me to an ex-con actor wannabe. This is not where I thought I'd be at twenty-eight.
My boyfriend wanted to visit me on locations, but his parole officer wouldn't let him. That was the beginning of the end of our relationship.
"I'm really bummed," he said. "Being on the set would have been good for my career."
Six weeks out after doing two years in prison ald already he was talking the talk.
"Which career?" I asked gently.
"Acting." He said it as if he was stating the obvious.
There it was, the flashing neon sign, warning me of a future filled with acting classes, headshots, more classes, more headshots. None of which he could afford. And the truth is, he wasn't even a good enough actor to convince me he was in love with me. It was not a pretty picture. My search for Mr. Maybe had left me to an ex-con actor wannabe. This is not where I thought I'd be at twenty-eight.
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