I Will Call You Tonight

I will call you tonight. 

I will call you tomorrow. 

I will visit you soon. 

I will call you tonight. 

I will call you later. 

I will call you tomorrow. 

I will see you soon.

A thousand times. 

The game.

The Game

Don’t call. Don’t provide a reason. 

Don’t commit to anything and when you do, your commitment meant nothing…always subject to cancellation when someone offered you a better time.

Call, but call so late you know I am sleeping. Or write instead. And write complete nonsense aimed at causing confusion rather than clarity.

Don’t answer the phone. 

Don’t read my messages. Or read messages days later.

Say you are busy. Family. Court. Important person you need to see who just suddenly popped into town (remember that one?). Pretend you are important (you aren’t).

Say you love me to keep me hanging on, to make me confused, to cause me to doubt reality.

Avoid truth at all costs. 

In the midst of all the abuse, you love me more than I could possibly know, you said. 

You’ll call tomorrow, you said.

All along, you were in bed with another woman telling her you love her.

Also planning your next conquest. Couldn’t risk being alone.

You sexually assaulted me. You raped me, Allan. That triangular sex was not consensual. That makes you a sex offender. A rapist. A man who violates women (plural).