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CHAPTER THREE Same Guy Different Name m a victim. I’m helpless. I was in a constant wait to be I’ rescued. I’m damaged and I can’t seem to make a relationship work. This is the story I told myself and it manifested into life. I had labeled myself and was wearing the sign on my forehead that said, “I like pain, please give me a good dose.” I was comfortable with being the child victim receiving the much needed attention through angry outburst of rage followed by remorse. I felt special, but in a dysfunctional way. It was really a false perception of love and fondness that cost me my soul. 95

During the spring of 2014 I ran across a well keep secret. The news was shocking to my ears. I had stumbled upon a video by Napoleon Hill filmed in black and white. Napoleon Hill spoke about the Law of Attraction. He explained how everything in our lives we attract whether it is good or bad; positive or negative. I started to think back over all the things that happened to me and the people included in these events. I was a miserable person. Pretty much everything that came from my mouth was negative. My past pain was the primary focus and therefore I continued to create more of it. I created more Pain. The Victim At a night club in North Dallas, a dark skinned and stocky guy approached me and called me out by my nickname. With a puzzled look on my face, I stared at him trying to recollect where I knew him from, but nothing came to mind. He asked, “You don’t remember me?” Staring at him with an unsure look, I shook my head responding, “NO.” A feeling of uneasiness covered my body as he told me about where I worked and other personal information he knew about me. I didn’t know this man. I had never seen him before, had no interest in him and really wanted him to leave me alone. He offered me his number and told me to give him a call. I wasn’t interested in him, and I didn’t have the guts to tell him no thanks, so I took his number just so he would leave me alone. A few weeks had gone by and I decided to go out to a local bar. You wouldn’t believe I ran into this same guy again. With a glad to see you smile on his face, he began to ask me why I hadn’t called. 96

He pleaded with me about letting him take me out. In my mind a man with this kind of persistence, I thought he must be really interested, so why not give him try. I had that gut instinct the whole time about this guy, but excused it with his determination. Thanks for reading. Go to Amazon.com to purchase your copy of He Loves Me Not: Buried Tears of Betrayed Love. 97