More Of The Same
May 25, 2008
It was one thing when people who had no idea who I was as a person, called me a whore, whether it was out of jealousy, spite or plain ignorance, but when the one man who knew me better than anyone, the person I gave my everything to called me a whore, I wanted to die…
It was the one word that would bring me to my knees and debilitate my spirit and he knew it. After learning about the 30 plus years of tragedy and hard knocks in my life, this man, who claimed to love me, did not hesitate to destroy me…and it was easy for him. It was what everyone already thought anyway. It’s the having the gun & pulling the trigger scenario and he chose to pull the trigger. He almost succeeded, I almost died. I lit the fuse to self-destruction and watched it slowly burn down until I exploded and lost myself completely.
The one man who claimed to love me more than anything else in this world was a figment, he didn’t exist.
The man who called me a whore…Well, I survived him just like I survived all the others.
And just like all the others, I’ll be the one he wonders about.
