Skye, thank you for this deeply thoughtful response. You captured the cycle and the pain with such clarity. Love should never be a cage, and your compassion means more than you know. My very best to you as well.
Your story is a undeniably beautifully tragic, John. Predators always prey on weakness. Yet, it is they, themselves, who are the most bereft and insecure. It's a vicious cycle. A cruelty to depths unimaginable, whenever anyone seeks to escape their own misery by making you a pauper so that they can be king. I felt her vulnerability, her pain, the betrayal. And my heart lurched from my chest, wanting to hold her and tell her that she was loved. Love is not a prison. It's not a game in which no one wins. It is an open heart, as well as open arms. The serenity of acceptance and the freedom to be yourself.
What can I write about this? It takes me back. Now, finally, I understand. Thank you for this post. A flash story that hits home. I'd an inkling. And yes, I did escape. Twice. Two different men. Still, you said what I could not. With respect for your ability to put it succinctly.
Skye, thank you for this deeply thoughtful response. You captured the cycle and the pain with such clarity. Love should never be a cage, and your compassion means more than you know. My very best to you as well.
Your story is a undeniably beautifully tragic, John. Predators always prey on weakness. Yet, it is they, themselves, who are the most bereft and insecure. It's a vicious cycle. A cruelty to depths unimaginable, whenever anyone seeks to escape their own misery by making you a pauper so that they can be king. I felt her vulnerability, her pain, the betrayal. And my heart lurched from my chest, wanting to hold her and tell her that she was loved. Love is not a prison. It's not a game in which no one wins. It is an open heart, as well as open arms. The serenity of acceptance and the freedom to be yourself.
My very best to you always,
✨️Skye✨️
I really felt this story John! (If we can call it a story...) 😔
What can I write about this? It takes me back. Now, finally, I understand. Thank you for this post. A flash story that hits home. I'd an inkling. And yes, I did escape. Twice. Two different men. Still, you said what I could not. With respect for your ability to put it succinctly.
"But as someone who wrapped control in compliments. Who smiled while he erased parts of her."
Reading this line brougt back a memory from long ago, but for a moment I felt the pain is as if it were yesterday.