Death Of An Unhealthy Relationship

Many years ago She was looking for love, companionship and security. Those days were God awful lonely for She. Hard times had fallen on She even harder as the cost of living was rising rapidly. She could no longer keep her apartment and had to move back home. This wasn't exactly the ideal she had in mind but it was a roof over the head but only for a little while. No money, no car, no nothing but a load of household furniture and goods on she's back with no place to call home. She was terribly sad and lonely and really needed to find her other half. It was hard to do when she was practically living in the middle of nowhere. Well, at least there was a telephone. So She decided to inquire about a nearby dating site. She talked with a few people on the phone until she finally did meet one dude who actually had resided across the river valley from where She had been living.
The first phone conversation with this potential mate seemed pleasant and so She and He decided to meet in person. The in person meeting finally arrived one evening. She was impressed by He's seemingly good nature and job stability as She was tired of always meeting penniless jokers and losers that did not care to advance in life. She thought that maybe life would change for her for the better. So She was happy and full of hope for the future that this could be the one. Soon after She and He decided to live together in He's home. There were some moments that should have been cautioned as relationship red flags but She chose to ignore seemingly minor problem signs and hoped that everything would be okay the next day.
He worked close by home for a prominent company while She minded the home inside and out. She did it all, cooking, cleaning, gardening, house painting, lawn maintenance, snow shoveling, firewood hauling and much more. She thought that He would appreciate these things being done for his home. She's hands even showed the signs of hard work as her hands were many times dry, split, cracked and bleeding. Over time it became apparent that it was not enough. The more hard labour She performed, the more He would degrade her as being lazy. He would use emotional abuse, physical abuse and mental abuse on She. He would tell her to get a job even though it was impossible because She did not drive and the nearest area for potential work was thirty miles into the nearest town. He told She he was getting tired of  paying for two but the miserable reality was that He was a heavy drinker, smoker, and pot user. That is why He was feeling the money getting tight because of his careless spending for excessive sports games and partying. These things were more important than fixing up the home and among other issues that should have been given first priority.
Finally after four years the relationship broke apart and She was pretty much placed back in the street homeless and alone. She received very little compensation but only deep pain and regret at meeting such a messed up individual that had too many skeletons in the closet. It was a good thing a marriage never came out of the relationship. It made the break that much simpler for She. What had seemed to good to be true turned into one of the worst relationship experiences for She. Time helped She heal from the wounds of this unhealthy relationship. She had thought maybe she could have helped He with his problems and addictions but found that it wasn't possible. Even though it was hard at first, it was time to move far and start a new life. The death of a relationship is the beginning of something new. These mere words had given She much inspiration and hope to carry on. And so She did.



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