Judgement Call

I can't believe I let this happen, but he had me fooled for a while.

I really liked him. I actually didn't see myself falling into the spiral--

I was a nag; I was unreasonable; I was stupid; I was fat.

I was lucky. 

I have friends who usually don't interfere with each other's lives—very cool people,
but this time they just wouldn't leave it alone. 

They were circumspect but persistent; they wouldn't let up.

Finally, the blinders lifted. I was in shock at what I saw—at who I saw.

I played it as smart as I could. I quietly and quickly got everything together
and got the hell out in as much of a fell swoop as  possible. I had support and some resources.
I found myself muttering thankfulness as the moment got closer and I was hurrying to prepare.
I knew some women weren't so lucky.

It's been a few months and I have had time to contemplate. My friends think I'm crazy
but I actually feel a little bit sorry for the miserable bastard. 

Not that much, though; and not at all compared to how sorry I feel
for the next woman he gets his hooks into.

God help us all.

        

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