Abba Music Journal, Stories and Poems

Under Attack

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.