Black Heart

They say if you have a story to tell, you should tell it. That bad things happen to good people all the time. This is my story. It’s a little dramatized and has a little fiction but it’s a story I have to tell. It’s a story of marriage, love, hate, family, sex, religion, physical abuse, mental abuse, death, pain, passion and of course evil verses good.

As little girls we grow up dreaming of having the perfect life. The American dream. The perfect house, the perfect husband, and a real baby, not a doll. The only thing we’re not told is that it all comes with a price. And the perfect husband, the one that promised to love honor and cherish you, is the one you will fear the most in life. And when to wake up every day alive is the biggest task you do all day, life takes on a new meaning. I learned that revenge can be sweet, but it also comes with a price. I also learned that freedom is a gift and can be taken from you, even in our very own USA. Picking the wrong Mr. Perfect can cost you your freedom. And the most important lesson I have learned in life is to look and see with your eyes open, what you see is what you get. Men don’t change. And if you are expecting them to change then you are in love with what you think you see. You are in love with your own dream, not what you really see. I say men don’t change because they shouldn’t have to change to be your