There But For The Grace Of God And A Man. I Would Be Dead Too

My best friend met a black guy at a club and agreed to go out with him. She asked me go along, he would have his wingman come along. My boss asked me what I was doing that night and I let him know, He stood up and told me he didn't want to parent me, but I did not have permission to go. I couldn't talk. Get your purse you're coming with me.

He took me to my place to pack a bag, and took me to his lake house. From there he told me to call my friend and have her call it off. He sat with me all night, in the room with his back to the door. The next day he made me swear I would never associate with those types of men.

I lost my best friend, she OD on some stuff. Not that night, another night. He never let me out of the box, he's kept me there since that night. He parents me, he keeps me on a short leash. I went and got in bed with him, get it over with, but I got bawled out.

It's been a year since she died. I live with him in a father daughter sort of thing, except I sleep in his bed. I long ago now gave in to him. It's not good to ask why. He wants me close, I'm close, as close as I can be. When he desired me, I gave myself once and for all. She never got to know what is to be close like this with a man.