Note: Aahhhh! I have no idea why this didn’t post yesterday! Sorry!!!
“Where there’s smoke, there’s fire,” my mother always used to say.
I was never sure what she meant until I met a man who charmed me. My friends all warned me, but I didn’t listen. I thought I was different and that maybe I’d be the one who saved him.
I know now that nothing can save him.
I’d heard stories of what he’d done to women. Some of the stories he told me himself, but for some reason I didn’t hear them. Sure, I listened, but I didn’t hear; at least, I only heard what I wanted to.
And perhaps that was my downfall. No, I’m not blaming myself for what happened, that was entirely his fault, but I know fully understand the meaning behind my mother’s words.