If someone had asked me what the final straw was; I'm not certain that I'd be able to pinpoint it. Four years worth of a friendship, more than half of that time spent with frustration building over instances and occurrences that seemed insignificant to others. Or, maybe I'd finally reached that age where there wasn't…
I needed a miracle. I needed this amazing and blind faith my mother always spoke of to present itself before I lost my nerve and broke down even further than I’d already been dragged. I needed to believe that even now, having lived through hell on Earth, life hadn’t dealt me my worst hand yet.
“Shut the fuck up! Either get out of my house or sit your big ass down and wait until I roll up. Either way, stop talking to me. I’m not in the mood so trust and believe that it will be nothing for me to fuck you up tonight.”
My father stormed out and I took a deep breath, wiping away the few tears that fell. He’s a short and quiet man, but he could always strike some type of fear in you if you crossed him the wrong way. Red went into the living room and Tommy started in on me.
"And it came in the form of a man looking for the adulation of a young girl who hadn’t seen or been taught better."
"Tossing last minute items in, she quietly zipped it up and carried it to the door. Giselle was so careful not to make noise, all the while listening for her husband’s voice."
"The very first began on our wedding day, exactly ten years ago today. I remember it so vividly. It was before we had kids, before he had a well paying job, before the many women, before he… changed."
"The changes creeped in slowly, shit she could play off with ease, shit she could say oh, he’s just a little jealous that’s all and the shit was actually cute."