Her premarital save or spend

Elizabeth walked out the door with keys in her hands to meet her friends.

“Hey, what are you doing and where are going?” Shouts from a familiar voice echo through the hallway from the backroom. “I heard the screen door squeak and wondered what was going on.”

Elizabeth cringed and stopped in her tracks- “ohhhh BOY, guess I’m not going anywhere AGAIN today.”

She was annoyed not getting to see friends as often as she liked. She felt trapped in a messy honeybun because sometimes he was so sweet, yet other times he was like the yeast in the roll; blew up after a certain amount of time and too much was not good for the waistline.

How do you measure a person like that?

Full of jagged patterns with highs and lows and rip -roaring temper like a lion in a jungle.

Elizabeth was trying to see how far she could go each time to see friends and be herself and let her hair hang out.  Each time she would sit down and speak with her boyfriend Steve about the direction they were going, Steve had no idea what she was talking about.

“This girl thinks we’re getting married?” “What is she talking about, I’m not mean to her, I treat her like gold.”

Elizabeth thought it was best for she and Steve to “live” together first before saying “I do” only to test the waters. Try living together, making sure they fit like a nice pair of jeans. The spandex jeans feel the best she thought, so she was going for the stretchable type.

Steve was hardly stretchable, more like a short circuit or a perfectly creased skirt and if one crinkle was out, it would turn u.g.l.y.

Life was good for Steve and Elizabeth for about nine months-he was a stud! Strong, sense of humor, medium height, polished in his craft, a good cook, Steve was a chick magnet.

His mother taught him how to cook so well, then, he pursued culinary school earning his degree and landing the job of his dreams, top chef for the governor.

Steve’s main issue, he didn’t like to be alone, ever. When he was alone, he’d become angry.

Elizabeth and Steve had some work to do if they were going to continue their relationship. Elizabeth already had her mind made up that though he had some great qualities, he wasn’t the right person for her and she needed to pack and go. How was she to break it off and be empowered from this angry boyfriend?

Domestic abuse comes in all shapes and forms and it must be worked out before further pursuing matrimony. It’s better to be safe and know who loves you-

 Abuse it not love- never has been and never will be.

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