Did I say he had only 5 months to his wedding day?
Dear me; what did I know?
All I thought about was the new friend I had made in him
You know that moment where you get too comfortable and finally end up at his house
A good Christian he was!
We also had something in common; his church
I had been to his church before so we kinda knew the same people; wow!
Anyway he was the stranger in this taxi I boarded almost daily after work.
At first it all seemed strange that I met this stranger at the same point.
By the way he was legit too; working for one of the biggest national corporations; kind of cool you know
He was that ideal friend who had “made it in life” at an early age.
After many taxi rides together we got close….
Until one day that seemed innocent.
What didn’t click was the fact that the moment I entered his house, I heard the locks on the gate close.
Hmm; by the way he also shared an apartment with the landlord (so I had no suspicions)
Forty Five innocent conversation minutes went by (he’s patient huh) then,,
Bang! Weird revealed! “Can you help, I wanna lay my bed but we need to keep this conversation going”
The ninja mode in me got activated and I let him know I had to take my leave,
Guess what; with fiery eyes, after ten minutes of bargaining he let me out of his house but well, the gate was closed
Then another ten minutes of pleading went by and we finally walked to the gate; Mr Weird tried to do what he wanted with my body, right out his Landlord’s apartment.. but well after some struggle I managed to scream and he let me out. I cut connections with him then.
Five months down the road, the fool calls to inform me of his wedding date…. Of course I pretended not to remember who he was.
(My heart told me to go disorganize the wedding ceremony; but well.. )
I guess God calmed me down…
My body, emotions felt filthy once again, the thoughts of him, I felt for the woman he was marrying, I loathed him, I hated the smell of his cologne, even when I smelt it on someone else I met by the road, I would frown or turn back…
Hmm;; a few months down I have to say I rose up, forgave myself and tried to lighten up. The next time I saw him was different, I had no hate in me..
It all takes time and energy to rise up again, It takes forgiveness, sometimes therapy and courage but above all; LOVE!!
To people that listen to us without throwing the “all is well” bit at us, to you that try to understand and not judge us even when we judge ourselves. Thank you! Healing is a process!!