My name is Delilah and my story is much like yours. We have a lot in common, you and I. In fact, the only difference between you and me is that I chose to publish my story – therefore I expose yours in the aftermath.
Like you, I been disappointed time and time again at the hands of people who never fully understood their impact on my very being. And like you, I longed for someone loyal to save me from the disasters of my own emotion. And much like you, I longed for that intricate connection to the universe that would give me the answers to why it is that I’m this way.
People snare when I tell them that I’m an emotional prostitute. But after my rebuttal, they begin to realize that they are one too. Like me, they have pimped their emotions for the affections of another. Like me, they’ve gone through life tormented by the idea of living a happily ever after, not realizing that the ever after isn’t so happy.
I’m not going to give you my full story – but I can give you partial bits as to how I became an emotional platform for the greedy to feast over. My mother abandoned my father and me, and ultimately he abandoned me too. My physical existence no longer mattered because he replaced me with empty alcohol bottles and the smell of dirty cigarettes.
Yearning for that parental connection only made me turn to strangers for ultimate satisfaction. It wasn’t long before I was raped and began blaming myself for the gooey substance that ran down my leg before I could muster up the strength to confront my attacker, or even realize that I was a victim.
My 21st birthday played a significant role in my ultimate ending. I moved from one guy to the other, while never changing my charismatic tone or my desire to be loved. All the while I questioned why God would allow my life to crumble in such disparity.
Those dark shadows were never too far behind. The conflict that I describe in my diary entries forced me to make a life decision; one that you might not necessarily agree with. But friend, don’t judge me. I had no prior story to reference for strength. Before me, no one else came forth with their story. Maybe you can learn from mine, or I can learn from yours.
They say if you want to hide something, then to put it in a book. I’m trying to get this to be a movie, so support my story fully. God bless and happy reading.
