Writer who recently moved to Groton, Connecticut from San Diego, California. I love writing about a wide-variety of topic but I especially enjoy writing scary short-stories, creative non-fiction and poetry.
Imagine meeting someone. You two hit it off. You have a lot in common. You have endless conversations. You have amazing physical chemistry. Everything appears to be going well. You find yourself thinking about that person everyday. You want to be around them as often as you can so that you can cement that connection.
The Girl who Cried "Abuse!"
When my phone rang, I wasn't expecting it to be her. I ignored her first call. And, her second. But she was persistent. When I didn't pick up the phone, my phone was bombarded with horrible messages. Calling me a "fat-ass" bitch and a "coward." I looked down at the messages and rather than respond, I thought about what he was going to go home to.
The Girl who cried "Abuse"
"Abuse!" That's what she declared. "Abuse!" Was the statement she gave the cops. "Abuse!" she cried on the phone with his mother. "Abuse!" She screamed in the parking lot of Walmart. "Abuse!" She screamed in the backseat of the car next to her sleeping, one-year-old daughter. Only, she wasn't being abused. She was the abuser.
Finding New Love
My mom affectionately called me a ping-pong ball. Not only when it comes to my career endeavors and art projects but also when it comes to relationships. Just this past June, I ended a long-term relationship with a man who, after six-and-a-half years and plenty of placation, still couldn't find within himself to take the next step to commit.