Patterns of Abuse

Image via Kozzi

Excerpt from a moving post at The Guyanese Experience:

How many loved your moments of glad grace,

And loved your beauty with love false or true,

But one man loved the pilgrim Soul in you,

And loved the sorrows of your changing face …

(W. B. Yeats)

When she saw him the first time, her instincts screamed that she should run. But he showed up at her office one day with roses and she was flattered. So she ignored her instincts and listened to her hormones. It was the first time any man had ever made her feel so special.

He found out what she liked and got her small, thoughtful presents all the time. Her instincts kept screaming but she was deafened by flattery. But in between the flattering, she could have sworn that one night she saw him parked outside her workplace. It was an eerie feeling but she dismissed it.

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