ONE MAN SHOW

I was eighteen when I ment him. He told me it was going to be a long night. I woke up my body was sore. I screamed at the reflection that was looking at me. What the fuck happened? You fucking whore. I was confused. Three years of looking in the mirror. I cried, and walked out the door. Never looking back.

Where is he? Maybe he’s got cold feet. I was scared on the inside. I was so embrassed. There he was high as a kite. Talking shit.

“What! You thought I was going to Marry your Sorry Ass.Huh.”

“Look don't start with me! You crazy ass fool.”

“No! You’re the fool. Get out of my house.”

Penniless and broken. I left my life behind to be a Nun.

Our honymoon. Drunk and passed out. Now he comes home late. Someone is blowing up his phone. I go upstairs. I hear his conversation. I fly downstairs, see the screen. He’s watching their sex tape. Guilty. He punches me in the face. We fighting toe to toe, house a wreck. Police is at the door.

"Damn! I got this."

Arsenic and Old Lace. What a fine movie that was? Widow.