My journal of Abba's and The Beatles music, short stories and poems for a contest. |
| Doesn't matter where I go. My resistance's running low. He was the worst boyfriend and cheated on me and took money out of my purse when I wasn't looking. He let his brothers come on to me. Under attack, I'm being taken. He tried to hit me once. He paraded another woman in front of me. He borrowed my car to take out other girls. He told my parents lies and they didn't like him. This is getting crazy. I should tell him so. I thought the Marines would make a man out of him. He whined and got out after two years. He was lazy and had an attitude problem. He thought he was God's gift. I am glad I married someone else, He harassed me with phone calls and talked to my son and rumor has it, he intended to kidnap him. My son was smart and ignored him. He was always hanging around town. Made me nervous. Under attack. No more. I haven't heard from him in years. Maybe he is in jail. Could the world be so lucky? This is a true story but it fits the prompt. I would have had a miserable life with him. |