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Authors: Leigh Ann Lunsford
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to ask your mom to break curfew since I just met her. I can drive a stick. I will drive Krista’s car, you can follow me in my truck, and then I will drive back.”
“I can’t have you do that. You have already driven there once today. It is too far.”
He kisses the tip of my nose, “You didn’t ask. Now, let them sit out here and be idiots, and we can go in my room.” I don’t feel awkward or scared about being alone with him. Something tells me he won’t hurt me or push my boundaries.
“How often does she smoke that shit?” Jakes asks me, not concealing his disgust.
“Daily . . . she doesn’t do anything hard, though.”
“That is bad enough. You don’t smoke that shit do you?”
Do I lie so he isn’t upset with me? I decide against it and tell him honestly, “Sometimes. Just recreationally, every now and then.”
“I don’t like it.” I don’t respond to him. The silence must not give him the answer he is searching for. “I really don’t like it, Paisley.” He reiterates to me and I find myself promising him I won’t smoke it anymore.
The next few weeks fly by and in that time I get to see what a challenge his temper can be and level of protectiveness is out of control. It can be as simple as a gas station attendant looking at me; he takes it as a challenge to him and our relationship.
“Jake, you need to calm down, he did nothing wrong.”
“The way he looked at you is wrong.” He says, looking directly at the said offender.
“No disrespect man,” poor guy fumbles over his words. Jake is intimidating as hell.
I squeeze his arm and silently plead with him to let it go, just as I have had to do several times; the mall when some guys I go to school with were flirting and joking with me, the movies when my shorts were too short for his liking, and I don’t even want to start on the bitching I heard about my swimsuits. Sometimes it is over the top, but then all he has to do is remind me how much he cares about me, and tell me he has my best interest at heart and I am putty in his hands.
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August
Our relationship is moving along beautifully. We have our issues. He is a bit possessive and his dislike of Krista has taken a forefront in our relationship. School is about to start, and I hate drama. Both of them are always bickering, and I can’t stand being in the middle. Krista is in one ear telling me how controlling he is, and in his defense he isn’t controlling. Yes, he likes things a certain way, but he doesn’t make me bend to his will. He is bitching that she is a bad influence and doesn’t like her behavior. I try and explain it to him.
“Jake, school is starting. Her mom is making her come home, and you don’t understand what it is like for her. They berate her, are physically abusive, and it isn’t as cut and dry as you think. She doesn’t influence me to do anything, and you should know me better than that.”
“We all have to deal with shit, Pais. She is going to bring you down.”
“Really, Jake? You are one to talk about actions. How many times do I beg you not to fight, to walk away from confrontation? How often do you listen to me? We can barely go to a movie or out to eat without you mouthing off to someone. Don’t get on your soapbox and be hypocritical.” Nothing else is said about the fight, but the tension remains.
Next month is their last month in the house, and Jake is edgier than normal. He doesn’t want to lose our privacy, to lose our time. I try and assure him we will make it work; I feel like he isn’t listening and dooming us to hell before even trying. I find myself giving in more and more to his demands. I spend less time with just Krista and we seclude ourselves from the others more often than not. He and my step-dad like to discuss my wardrobe a lot and the lack of coverage that neither of them like. Some days I wonder
“I can’t have you do that. You have already driven there once today. It is too far.”
He kisses the tip of my nose, “You didn’t ask. Now, let them sit out here and be idiots, and we can go in my room.” I don’t feel awkward or scared about being alone with him. Something tells me he won’t hurt me or push my boundaries.
“How often does she smoke that shit?” Jakes asks me, not concealing his disgust.
“Daily . . . she doesn’t do anything hard, though.”
“That is bad enough. You don’t smoke that shit do you?”
Do I lie so he isn’t upset with me? I decide against it and tell him honestly, “Sometimes. Just recreationally, every now and then.”
“I don’t like it.” I don’t respond to him. The silence must not give him the answer he is searching for. “I really don’t like it, Paisley.” He reiterates to me and I find myself promising him I won’t smoke it anymore.
The next few weeks fly by and in that time I get to see what a challenge his temper can be and level of protectiveness is out of control. It can be as simple as a gas station attendant looking at me; he takes it as a challenge to him and our relationship.
“Jake, you need to calm down, he did nothing wrong.”
“The way he looked at you is wrong.” He says, looking directly at the said offender.
“No disrespect man,” poor guy fumbles over his words. Jake is intimidating as hell.
I squeeze his arm and silently plead with him to let it go, just as I have had to do several times; the mall when some guys I go to school with were flirting and joking with me, the movies when my shorts were too short for his liking, and I don’t even want to start on the bitching I heard about my swimsuits. Sometimes it is over the top, but then all he has to do is remind me how much he cares about me, and tell me he has my best interest at heart and I am putty in his hands.
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August
Our relationship is moving along beautifully. We have our issues. He is a bit possessive and his dislike of Krista has taken a forefront in our relationship. School is about to start, and I hate drama. Both of them are always bickering, and I can’t stand being in the middle. Krista is in one ear telling me how controlling he is, and in his defense he isn’t controlling. Yes, he likes things a certain way, but he doesn’t make me bend to his will. He is bitching that she is a bad influence and doesn’t like her behavior. I try and explain it to him.
“Jake, school is starting. Her mom is making her come home, and you don’t understand what it is like for her. They berate her, are physically abusive, and it isn’t as cut and dry as you think. She doesn’t influence me to do anything, and you should know me better than that.”
“We all have to deal with shit, Pais. She is going to bring you down.”
“Really, Jake? You are one to talk about actions. How many times do I beg you not to fight, to walk away from confrontation? How often do you listen to me? We can barely go to a movie or out to eat without you mouthing off to someone. Don’t get on your soapbox and be hypocritical.” Nothing else is said about the fight, but the tension remains.
Next month is their last month in the house, and Jake is edgier than normal. He doesn’t want to lose our privacy, to lose our time. I try and assure him we will make it work; I feel like he isn’t listening and dooming us to hell before even trying. I find myself giving in more and more to his demands. I spend less time with just Krista and we seclude ourselves from the others more often than not. He and my step-dad like to discuss my wardrobe a lot and the lack of coverage that neither of them like. Some days I wonder
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