He was the sexiest man she had ever laid eyes on
His countenance rugged and bronze
His smile was infectious and his lips perfectly curved
And his body was a five alarm
And his accent--oh his accent!
Well, that did her in. She was smitten and wholly entranced
Bound and determined to have him, and thus began their dance.
He showed that country girl exquisite things that her heart had only dreamed
He wined her and dined her and...(well I will leave that to your imagination what happened next)
But things weren't exactly quite as they seemed.
Little cracks during conversations that seemed rather odd.
Not returning calls, being drunk, angry and cold.
Inconsistent, resistent, not true to his word, he would tell her he would call then go off for days, not to be heard.
She would wait and worry and fret and stew, but he would eventually call again
That thrill of excitement, that wonder of lust, revving up her rusty engine.
This went on for quite some time--the ups and the downs in her soul and her mind. It all seemed quite normal to him as long as she didn't whine or demand his time.
She was in love. He said he was, too. But something didn't seem right when she would occasionally feel blue. Anything not fun and sunny and light would anger him and turn him from Jekyll into Hyde.
She would weep and cry and try to bring him around. But that made him angrier the more she would expound.
His moods tossed and turned like an insomniac. But she still loved him to the moon and back.
She was used to her mother who was similarly made, so placating and pleasing became a routine way. The times, when good, were amazingly great.
He crossed the Atlantic to make her his wife. His first week there was a crash course in strife. Demanding and cursing rather than just trying to fit in, it was going to be his way or the highway, her resilience wearing thin.
The name calling began, the anger more mean
The weeks were spent recovering from the screams.
He called her names she had never been called. She withered and wept and emotions were raw. Nothing was good enough from her to him. She tried to make them a life, but there was too much sinking to swim.
Her friends never knew if they were on or off. Her children just tried to stay aloft.
She would breathe a sigh of relief when he would come down, allowing them to repair the break from this round.
But finally the ups and the downs took their toll, and after leaving twice before he took the plane back home.
Leaving her devastated and emotionally drained, not knowing where they stood, feeling she was to blame.
Two years later and two worlds apart, they are still legally married but of questionable hearts. She still loves him as from that first sight. He on the other hand, doesn't seem to want a wife. He tells her he wishes they had never met--
"*******, *****" rings his voice in her head.
Why can't she let go? No need to walk away or leave. He's 4,000 miles away, and couldn't care less for her needs. She knows this is wrong. She knows he is toxic. But her heart rules her head.
Perhaps she is hypoxic.