Saturday, August 13, 2022

Contents of the semi mysterious envelope from Vince

 “My love,

The last thing that you want to do is hear from me anymore - I get it. I just wanted to let you know that I have updated my will; it’s my attorney’s hands and will be delivered to you soon. When I die, you get all my money – all of it….whatever is in the bank, the sale of whatever residence I’m in at the time, the sale of my vehicles….everything. I want you to be taken care of when I’m gone. And no, this isn’t a suicide letter nor am I on my death bed; you deserve to be taken care of. Since I am unable to do so now, the only way that I could think of was to make sure that you’re all set monetarily.

I hope you know how much I love you. I won’t EVER stop loving you, my love, my heart and my soul.

All my love,

Vince”

I had no idea what to make of this. I was still too emotionally and physically exhausted from spending my last few days with Vince. I knew better than to reach out to him; I’d get sucked back into a relationship with him. As much as I want to spend time with him, it wouldn’t be the best idea; I wouldn’t be able to trust anything he said nor trust his actions….nor would I stop walking on eggshells with him around. I understand his “claim” of hitting me was a one time thing but I don’t want to risk that. Most abusers state that it’s a onetime thing, apologize until they are blue in the face and then the abuse cycle starts all over again. Is Vince a “chronic” abuser? I don’t know but I won’t be sticking around to find out. Will he “strike” again? I hope to fuck not. No one deserves to be abused.

In the mean time, I will get myself all set for this new job that starts in just over a week as I wait for a copy of Vince’s will. I am not going to worry too much about WHY he wants to give me all of his money….he could easily move on with his life and find someone else to give his money to. Don’t get me wrong, I appreciate that Vince wants me to be taken care of when he’s gone but it’s completely unneccessary.

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