During the summer break when John’s son was around, we went out a lot. He seemed to like me and began confiding in me. “Isabella, promise you won’t tell my dad,” he once said out of the blue.
“Tell your dad what? I promise, I won’t tell,” I said.
“Why is it that my dad always pushes people away? He doesn’t deserve you, you know? I listen to the way he speaks to you and you don’t even deserve it. I worry about him. I worry that he’ll end up alone with no one who cares about him. Are you going to leave my dad?” he asked with tears in his eyes.
Tears streamed down my face as I said, “I don’t know, but if I do, I won’t forget you.”
As much as I loved his son, I had put up with a lot of crap from John, a lot of unnecessary aggression, and I was getting tired. I felt that over the years I had lost my sense of worth and I was putting up with men I would not have in the past. I had kept warning him to let him know that I would be leaving if he didn’t improve, and he wasn’t improving. And now I was getting close to his son, and that wasn’t fair.
To make matters worse, a “friend” of mine ran into some trouble and needed an apartment to rent. She took his number behind my back and then called me one day asking if I could go with her to meet him. I knew he was a dog and it would not have surprised me of he wanted to screw her, or if he had another woman at his house when she went there. I was in denial and didn’t want to see that, so I refused to accompany her. She went without me.
John had a couple of town houses and he told her he would rent her one. When she came back, she had so many stories to tell me about his promises and plans for not just me, but his many other women. She told me that when she went to his house, she could see the shadow of a woman walking around inside and he did not allow her inside.
I was angry, to say the least. He ended up calling my friend one night and told her she could come by to drop the money off. When she got there, he supposedly asked if her breasts were real and if he could feel them. She said she got freaked out and left.
When she told me what happened, I decided to have nothing to do with him anymore. After about two weeks of him begging, he convinced me to forgive him again. He had a strange hold over me.
Even though we were still in a relationship, I didn’t trust him at all since then. His new buildings were going up and almost coming to completion. I spent many days there decorating the office he had set up on site. His attitude was just as nasty and I had officially had enough. I confided in one of his friends about my plans to immigrate and leave him, and he told that that would be the only way I would be able to avoid him. So, I set my plans into motion.
That November, I went on vacation to England and decided I would eventually move there. John was ever the sweetest when I got back, almost as if he felt a storm brewing.