“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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