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until I caved. He was a quite callous cat to tame. I did not realize in the beginning of our courtship that I was way over my man-chasing head with Trent.
 
    On our first date, Trent ordered a tiny appetizer for us to sha re and we were on a dinner date—sans the dinner or dessert. When Trent did not even inquire of what I had wished to order, I should have known what a tight inconsiderate bastard I was dealing with even then. Cheap and rude is what his behavior was in a nutshell. In the South, they affectionately call it “Showing your ass!” Trent's lack of table manners told a bigger tale of how he was planning on treating me in the months to come. Why I did not dash out of that eating establishment like the fire alarm was pulled—I will never know to this day. I must have hit my head on the steering wheel as I pulled into the bistro’s parking lot. Of course, I was in no way surprised that Trent was behaving like an out-of-control toddler on the Reno Strip. I was baffled by who I was more furious with in that hotel room—Trent or myself?

Being in Reno mere months after our doomed first date was very much like ballroom dancing with two broken feet—never good. Trent looked like a wild boar screaming at me. Blinding me were Trent’s sharp pit bull teeth. He growled at me like a rabid foaming-at-the-mouth dog! Trent's red London-broiled face was going to blow like a two hundred and fifty pound volcano! His crushing and poison-filled words permeated the hotel room and suffocated my heart. I was pulverized to my core at a time that was meant to be total joy. Instead, our time together was overflowing like a tin cup of misery with a frothy venom topping.
    Knowing deep inside that love did not resemble anything like the anger that was swirling around in that hotel bathroom really frightened me. Trent behaved like a prison warden towards me. I would never bend down and pick money off the floor—for anyone! Although, I did have a little birdie in my ear saying, “Hurry, pick up the money, catch a yellow cab and fly home!” My gut was yelling, “Get away from this ghastly man as soon as you can!” Sitting in the airport waiting for the red-eye may have been a better future plan than staying in that love-lost hotel room that was imploding all around me.
    By staying, I had given Trent the green light to rip my heart out. We had an epic verbal bloodshed that lasted until the sun rose over the majestic desert mountains. The gold bands of shimmering light began to fill our room as our battle was losing its steam. We both pretended to be sorry by the time our brutal words had turned to dust on the Egyptian cotton sheets. We finally fell asleep on the luxurious bed from pure mental exhaustion. At that point our rest was only a catnap. The day of lights and excitement had kicked off without us. I woke up as numb as a prize-winning fighter that did not win a thing—except a bruised spirit. The aftermath of the night stayed with us from that point on. I had a hangover of hate that followed me around like a black cloud on a leash.

We were in need of a last-minute miracle before our wedding day arrived. Our friends and family arrived in Reno one by one. I put on a dull veil of excitement for them. I could not stop rewinding the movie from the night before in my mind. I tried my best to give them a half-assed D-List performance. It was a futile effort to disguise my red eyes and sad puffy face. During our greetings, I felt guilty that everyone was arriving in Reno to celebrate our new life together and I was so miserable. Everything appeared perfect on the outside, yet our relationship was decorated with a typhoon of negativity. Trent and I had a beautifully wrapped love affair on the exterior. When the precarious gift known as our relationship was finally unraveled, I realized that there was nothing inside the box, except a few pieces of dollar store tissue paper and one demolished heart—mine.

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