He was my way out of Dooley. After a year of dating, he purchased us a gorgeous seven-thousand-square-foot home. Because of his occupation, it was my name on the deeds, titles, insurance, and legal documentation.
He’d change me. Everything was different. I didn’t speak the same. I didn’t eat the same. I didn’t think thesame. I didn’t act the same. I didn’t react the same. I was better in every sense of the word.
He would elevate every area of my life. There was no stone left unturned. Zeek wanted me in a better position, so he put me in one. And then, promised to give me as much time as I needed to adjust before diving into whatever my heart desired. He’d yet to break that promise.
He’d make sure I never worked another day in my life, unless I wanted that for myself.
I never strived for love.It wasn’t in my deck of cards. I’d had enough heartbreak to understand how it could end. Men had been nothing but thorns in my side since my first crush. When the Y chromosome entered the equation, everything went to shits. Men were unwell, and I’d die a lovely death on that lovely hill.
They wereone of many things:
Ugly
Broke
Selfish
Clueless
Illiterate
