Strong stuff!
I met him at a local pub.
I preferred his friend.
He asked for my number, which I didn’t want to give.
At first.
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He was tall, dark and handsome, but loud.
He wouldn’t give up, trying to charm me.
So I gave him my number.
Flattered.
……….
We arranged a date.
It was a mild September evening.
He made me laugh, we had chemistry.
A lot of chemistry.
……….
Too soon, I moved in with him.
His Father had just died.
He was sad, and my heart ached for him.
He needed me, and I loved him more.
……….
He started to have outbursts.
He cried, he raged. He was so afraid of failing.
Once he locked himself in the bedroom.
I could hear him muttering to himself.
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“It’s all my fault. Nobody loves me”
Over and over again.
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I was scared, I called his friends.
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