When We Meet Again
So here I am letting this man abuse me and control me without raising a voice because I let people back into my life that I shouldn’t have.
“Fine, but I will be driving you there,”
“Winston, I have my car…”
“It wasn’t a suggestion, Millie,” he says, and I look at him through the mirror standing behind me, and I regret ever going on that date with him years ago. I wanted so desperately to leave home and my father because of the resentment that I had for him, that I moved in with the first man that smiled at me. I should have known that he was a psychopath, a man more evil than my own father.