Real Love....

by Jenelle Thompson

(excerpt from Restoration vol One)

Hey girl,

Remember how we used to sit up and talk about the man of our dreams? Remember how I always dreamed of someone who would shower me with affection and attention. I always dreamt of someone who thought the world of me. I always dreamt of someone who cared only about me. That’s all we ever talked about; to be loved and adored. All we ever dreamed about was to be treated like queens. But I woke up on that. And I realized that all that we talked about was nothing but a dream. The truth is, all I knew was the total opposite. Let me tell you MY reality!

Every time I close my eyes, my mind travels back to that cold winter’s day. My mind flashes to that day of horror. Why can’t I just forget about it? Why can’t I put aside the fact that I was raped? That I was abused by someone I loved. Someone I trusted. When I think of him, all I see is his hands beating up on me. I close my eyes to try to clear away everything that happened on that day. Clenched fists, pots and pans; he even had a machete in his hand. Swinging at me with a 9 mm and baseball bat; why did it all have to go down like that? I cried begging him to let me go but he just laughed and simply said no. I gasped for air, trying to catch my breath; his hands around my neck, choking me to death. And then he told me he loved me.