Broken Promises

Journal entry from January 2017.

“5:15pm January 11th, 2017 After spending hours talking and making up at the Motel 6 he fucked me dry, forgo the couples shower planned, quickly got dressed, engrossed heavily on his phone, then as I dressed in sweats and a white tank he proceeded to give me the ‘I need to focus on me at this point’ speech. Followed up with the ‘if I’m not working tomorrow I’m going to go to Portland for a few days to visit a ‘buddy” speech. He quickly confirmed it was not Anthony. I will never forgive him for his clear betrayal and impending hook-up. What kind of man walks out on a woman who has literally given the last ounce and penny she had to build him up. I feel used. I clearly stated I didn’t want to have sex when I first checked in around 2pm. In fact, I asked him to leave numerous times. He dug in his spurs and slowly kissed my neck, rubbed my shoulders and whispered all sorts of sweet baby’s into my ears….Forget the fact he left me stranded with no car as in typical Alton form he dodged responsibility and any obligation to me and managed to fuck his way around being an adult. Then that mother fucker walked out. Never again will he be allowed back in. He’s been blocked. I want nothing more than to remember he ever existed in my life. I pray I never dream of his face. I beg that I never hear his voice again. I hope the next bitch destroys him. There’s so much I want to scream at him – his saving grace – I hate him to the point I never want to utter another word to him, about him. If there is a hell I have to say that it would be a vacation at this point. Betrayal and abandonment on such a personal level, I allowed myself the chance to dream a little, to have hope again and to look forward to the future. I don’t feel numb as I would of expected. I am cold, much like the cold that had set in last night when I was left to freeze to death – I want revenge. This time – I’m taking it. He broke his promise and word to me. Now it’s my turn. It’s been a long-time coming. One too many men using me for the gain and entertainment…time to grow a back bone and get back my identity – even if it means costing someone else theirs. Life is cut throat – time to play with the big dogs. Loyalty means nothing – proof given by the most loyal man I thought I knew. Now it’s my turn. Morality is a thing of generations past. Fuck the 1950’s housewife dream. Monogamy is a foreign context to seemingly everyone. Fuck – I am enraged to my limit. I’ve made all the right choices and it led me here…I have nothing left to lose. Might as well go out having fun in the worst of the best possible ways.”

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