A false sense of hope

The guy takes me to my home, he lives really close and he kind of knew about the stuff happening.

He says he has seen me and seen the bruises.

I look for a friend. He wants a trophy. I let him.

We never live together but we are involved for the next few years. Its easy and convinient. He asks for very little. To look nice when we go places. To be available. To cook and clean,

He never hits me. He never rapes me. We have sex. I dont want it but its easier to just let it happen. Its ok though, its not very often.

I end up pregnant. He calls it off. I learn he had cheated on me during the whole time.

During theese years I have moved 4 times to get away from the stalker. He moves after me and keeps showing up at my door. I`m soon going to turn 25.

I have another son. I decide to move again.