I participated in this week's writing prompt from RemembeRED:
Doomed relationships: This week, we asked you to write about a relationship you knew was doomed from the start. It could be your own relationship or one of a close friend or family member. The only thing we required was that it not be fiction.
This is my contribution:
"more than this"
I knew it the minute I met him. He was a jerk. He looked like one, acted like one and was one. I saw right through him. Too bad she didn't. Love makes you do stupid things. In hindsight, now, after all these years, she can honestly say she did not love this man. She loved the idea of loving someone, the idea of having someone in her life and forming a relationship. That is what she loved. She was tired of being lonely. So she convinced herself she was in love. She somehow managed to believe herself that when he hit her, it was because she did something wrong. It was her fault. But he loved her, apologized, and promised it would never happen again. And it wouldn't. Until the next time. This self-destructive and abusive behavior lasted all of three years. A lifetime. Each time she left, determined she was done. Determined she was strong enough to be alone, each time, he would convince her otherwise. And so she would return. Her family and friends suffered for her. They knew she was making a mistake. Hell, even she knew she was making a mistake, but she just "knew" it would get better. It never did. The night he almost beat her to death was the day she left, for good.
To say that this was a relationship that never should have happened, would be putting it mildly. I can't pretend to know what was going through her head, why she did what she did, why she took the abuse. I can only speculate, that this was how she felt.
They say time heals all wounds and "they" are right. But the scars remain forever.