- – M. has separated me from my “loved ones” by thousands of miles (plot-line percursor to the beating of a Lifetime)
- – M. is taking me to an exotic land, where he was born, and where a fundamentalist religious majority legislates belief (cue Sally Field kidnapping her own daughter, while wearing a variety of headscarves)
- – We shall be carting some products to his family, as we travel abroad (I’m sure he will assure me that we are not in fact international mules and his family is not actually a cartel)
- – Today marked the first of my lessons (by M.) in a little boxing (I lack cut musculature, but perhaps a debilitating head injury will show my inner strength (or desire to die))
- – An employer treated me unjustly, I argued, I hired a lawyer, I perservered and now my life is better (if only I had slept with my attorney or anyone in my office, changed my sex or was a victim of child sexual abuse)
- – Sometimes I snack in joyous abandon (one day, who knows, I may purge)
- – Before meeting me, M. seldom drank, now we often drink together (sure, it’s just a glass of wine, but it’s a slippery slope ending in screaming fights, broken glass and tears)
- – I’ve been leading a secret double life, turning tricks, smoking heroin and killing random drifters (don’t tell M., he thinks I’m writing on this website during those quiet times)
Sounds like you’re fucked. Won’t know for sure unless Tori Spelling or Ron Silver shows up.
Good luck. We’re all counting on you.