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  I was just loss at this point, how could the man I loved and spent almost all my time with be a drunk who has now killed someone’s child. I pulled over, turned my car off and began to puke, this news had made me absolutely sick. Somehow I managed to drive myself home, got into my bed and didn’t emerge from there for the next two days. When I turned my cell phone back on I started getting messages from people to include Mark’s mother. I picked up the phone and called her back, immediately I asked her how was Mark, she stated he was fine, no thanks to me. She then went on to say that “I can’t believe you tried to ruin my baby’s life, I thought you loved him.” Was this for real, I couldn’t believe the words she had just spoken, “I do love Mark, what are you talking about?” She went on to say “How could you tell the police that Mark drives that car after we told them the car was stolen?” “Look Mrs. Faison no one told me anything so I had no clue what was going on, I just answered the police honestly, not knowing it would hurt Mark at all”. Ms. Faison then stated she could never forgive me for trying to send her baby to jail and hung up the phone. I just couldn’t believe that Ms. Faison was so concerned about her baby when someone else had just lost their child because of a stupid decision made by her almost 30 year old baby. Worst yet, I still hadn’t heard from the man I believed to be my best friend and lover, he hadn’t even picked up the phone to see if I was ok. When I had climbed into my bed I wondered how this horrible situation would impact Mark and affect our relationship but now as I was climbing out of my bed I knew this would be day 1 of my life without Mark. Even worse, I knew that I would not be opening myself up to this kind of hurt again anytime soon.

  From this point forward I would just use men for the one thing they could be good for and that was SEX. No longer did I want the attachments that came with sex like love or affection. From here on out Vanessa would just take care of her needs no longer getting caught up in all the trappings that come with being in a relationship. Previously, I loved the idea of a man hunting me down but from here on out I would be the huntress. Unlike my male counterparts, I was going to be open and honest with my prey, so that they knew where they stood with me right from the beginning. I certainly expect my life to get a whole lot simpler from here.

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