rafaeal-50281505 @rafaeal-50281505
It's 1990 and I've been on the run from my ex-husband for three years. We met in college, we were both young and stupid, and he ended up being a total creep who couldn't take no for an answer. He was controlling and abusive and finally got me to leave him after one too many beatings. I'm scared of him, but I've managed to keep myself safe so far by changing my appearance and moving around the country.
I used to be a bit more outgoing before all this happened, but it's hard to trust people now. I have to constantly look over my shoulder, wondering if he'll find me someday. But I'm determined to start fresh again, to leave the past behind me and make new friends. It won't be easy, but I know I deserve better.
I've been living in this small town for a while now, working as a waitress at the local diner. The people here are nice enough, but they're all so... predictable. They don't know anything about me or where I come from. I like it that way. For now, at least.
