The Duchy of Jerald

Sheri
I met you at Deb's and Maddi's. Early 80's. I was fresh out of a narcissist du jour, Betty, who
had dumped me, a serial dumper, a psych nurse, for an abusive angry engineer. She wanted to
marry her father and finally gain his approval, and live happily ever after.
Being in such pain and vulnerable, when you bombed me with love, I was smitten. I couldn't
believe one as beautiful and talented as you could love me, sleep with me. Instantly. The fairy
princess.
I didn't know that it was all an act of your needing approval, any approval, in a storm of self
hate and then hating the ring bearer of your addiction.
Convinced, I thought you liked me, I mean I believed you, a passable actress, but it was a script
learned well to gain only applause...the usual temporary transient sordid solution; the love
junkies delema.
Good until the next fix. Serial installments in a storm of instant love.
Overvalue, undervalue, dump, rinse, repeat.
Any poet in a storm, baby.