The lady I've been with for a while now used to be in this type of relationship... you scarily shadow a lot of what apparently went on. I... just don't know how people can get sucked into things like that, but I guess it happens gradually over time, until the noose tightens and there's nowhere left to run or hide. Myself, I believe in personal freedom far too much to ever shackle anyone, in any way... life is too fleeting and tragically beautiful to be weighed down, or to be the one weighing others down.
Why do people want to control others like this? I've thought about it, and the only reasons that stick out are a lack of self-esteem and an overriding lack of personal power, that they have to chain someone under them to feel 'good' about themselves. This, to me, is one of the roots of evil.
You show this well here; at least, this is what it made me think of. And typically, it's men who do this... not saying women don't, because plenty do, but I think it's societal upbringing which plays a part in this, in the man 'having to be' the dominant one, the one who calls the shots... which is why domestic abuse/violence is so common, and so brushed under the carpet. Anyway, I'm rambling...
I think the dedication that he has for you is unbelievable. The thing that i don't understand is why would you stop coming around your family and calling them only on Holidays? Family will be there for you no matter what there are the most important thing in the world. You have that right to love whoever you please just make sure to keep your family close becuase what would happen if you were to lose your family then him? Who would you have left?
Hmm... that doesn't seem like it's going anywhere good. (Not the poem, the story.)
You know what may be odd? Instead of thinking the line, "He promised her that one day He’d kill her and then himself" was sad, I thought it was very pretty. It isn't though... especially if the dude really meant it... in a crazy, obsessive, disturbing sort of way.
I love how you wrote this. Poems that actually tell stories (rather than just containing a bunch of words that have been thrown together, if you know what I mean) have always fascinated me. Putting the reader in the scene that's being described can be a lot harder than it seems... and of course, you did it perfectly.
Submission Name: Til Death Do Us Part (pt 1)
