When I smiled back he didn’t hesitate to make his move. Needless to say he was cute and my heart fluttered. Exceptional warmth was communicated through the fine features of his face, the bright blue eyes and perfect smile. Then one morning he smiled when our eyes met. A woman likes to be noticed, even admired. His eyes would glance and look away, sweet mischief at play.Įventually I became interested, a welcome flirt at the beginning of the day. Did he see me as a target, a vulnerable mark?Įvery morning I went to the coffee shop to get a cup of coffee to take to work and for five days in a row he was sitting at a table close to the entrance. Those first days his eyes had been like scopes tracking a prey. In looking back I realize he had this strange fixation on me. But now I’m wondering if it was chance or something cold and calculated? We first met in a coffee shop, a chance meeting.
#BROKEN LOCKED HEART SERIES#
Our relationship had been five months of torment and wasted time, a painful series of breakups and reconciliations. It probably can, but this wasn’t real love. I foolishly believed love could conquer all. It had been broken, yet I still longed for him. I knew he was a lying cheat, but my heart was somewhere else. I walked to the door and looked out at darkness, feeling emptiness that went beyond the silence of the night. It's because women try to please beyond all reason and that's what I was doing. Promises weren’t kept and I was living a lie. But worst of all was the emotional abuse, a constant manipulation of my thoughts and feelings. In my case we weren’t married but it was all of the above, drinking, temper tantrums, he hit me once and there were two known cases of cheating.
I won’t drink anymore, yell at you anymore, beat you anymore, cheat on you anymore.
But my mind told me this was the battered wife syndrome, women believing empty promises. I waited a minute, my emotions half hoping he would return. He broke it once before but this time was different, an insult that I was forced to close it after him. He stormed out the door and I expected it to slam.
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