Red Room Where the Writers Are

  Our circumstances did not allow David and I to play house before officially living together therefore, we just went for it. Being that we have known each other for well over twenty years I figured we knew damn near everything about each other. I actually thought it was going to be like a Cinderella story. I mean we were so much in love. Boy, was I ever wrong about this man. If I had only known what I was in for, I would have ran in the other direction so fast, that skid marks would have been left on the sidewalk. I was making big plans for us and, I had our future pretty much mapped out. I truly felt like this relationship was going to work out because, we knew each other so well. However, that was before David actually moved in. Once he moved in, the party was already over. The nice person I used to spend so much time with as though we were Siamese Twins, doing fun things together, spending hours on the phone everyday was gone. The man I once knew suddenly became very cranky, thoughtless, inconsiderate, and insensitive and, no longer had a romantic or passionate bone in his body.

  I used to be an extremely happy person before David moved in. Nowadays, I feel as though I am spinning out of control. The days seem longer and the nights seem like they would never end. I spend a lot of time staring at the clock on the wall to see when it is close to the time for him to come home. I get a numbing sensation all over my body and my stomach knots up tremendously I feel, almost inhuman. He makes me feel like I just don’t want to go on. Sometimes I feel like I would not mind going to sleep and never waking up. But I know it would hurt my family and he is just not worth it. I strongly believe that if I did die, he would not care. He has that fuck it mentality and would probably say something like, “We all have to go sometimes” or “Shit Happens”. Don’t get me wrong, we did have some good days mixed in between all of that bullshit he was putting me through. By now you are probably wondering why I did not leave his ass. Well, there were extenuating circumstances and I was hoping that the man I once knew and loved would reappear.

   On November 21, 2001, David and I retired for the evening with soft music surrounded by candlelight. It was one of those rear nights that I treated myself to a little extra pleasure so, I let him fist me which was the second time he had done that. The first time he fisted me we kept the lights on. He took advantage of that opportunity and watched as his fist penetrated in and out of me gliding ever so gently as my juices lay sticky and wet on his arm. That seemed to be the first time he had done that and it really turned him on. It turned him on so much that I thought his shit would go off and put a hole right through the ceiling. David was so excited and hot that he could not wait to get inside of me. So, he got up, turned off the lights and hopped back in bed. I was so ready to feel him inside of me that I was throbbing and my juices were flowing steadily.