At the same
time KJM had threatened to kill me, I met the man I thought I'd
marry. DAC was tall, handsome, and looking for work daily when I met
him. He was down on his luck but he was going to church regularly
and we hit it off.
Our eyes locked and we were partners in
playing cards almost all the time. He'd walk me home, or at least to
the bus stop. Sometimes he'd take the bus all the way to my home to
make sure I got in okay. Then he'd turn around and go home.
We'd go for walks, and on our walks,
he'd hand out his resume. He was looking for work at Garages, and
any place that needed mechanics.
On Sundays, we went to church together
and he always helped out with the overheads for the pastor. We dated
for about 6 months before he proposed. I was thrilled, and said yes.
And I was happier than I had ever been.
We were planning our wedding,
invitations had been sent out, plans were being made, excitement was
building, it was only 3 months until we were to be wed, and he
disappeared. Believe me, I looked for him all over the city. In the
jails, the hospitals, the missions, his home, anywhere I could think
of. I called our pastor in TEARS and SOBS!! I pleaded with friends
to tell me if they had seen him. Where was my love?? Where did he
go in the night? He was there last night to kiss me goodbye and this
morning he doesn't answer his phone or his door. Somebody tell me
where he has gone!!!! Oh my gosh I wept!!! My heart ached like an
anvil had landed on it.
I called home to my parents and told
them he was missing. His landlord had let me in to see and all of
his belongings were gone except the stuff I had given him – that
all was there still. There were empty beer bottles strewn about
which seemed odd for DAC, but he was gone, and I was heartbroken.
And that weekend I had not one, but TWO
weddings to go to of two different cousins, one on either side of the
family. And I did NOT WANT to go. But I was pushed to.
My parents came and picked me up, a 3
hour drive one way. I wasn't up to much. The tears would roll down
my cheeks uninvited. No matter how people tried to cheer me up, I
just couldn't smile. My heart was broken and I was missing my love.
You don't get over a love that deep in one afternoon or one week or
even one month.
And to this day, I don't know where he
is, whether he is free or not, alive or not, happy or not. I pray he
is all three. But nobody would help me find out the truth.
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