She eventually destroys everyone she touches

I fell in love with the real you.

We met on the boat for beers. You were open and giving. Maybe because you were just being a friend. No expectations so no artifice. The real you is a warm, giving, loving person.

That first night we made love, you were real. Before the surgery. Your guard down. You were free.

The next morning I walked into the bedroom and you turned away. You didn’t want me to see your sagging breasts and 40 something body. The real you. But that was the woman I had fallen in love with.

I was uncomfortable around you when you put on the mask. Other people were intimidated by that woman. I wasn’t, not at all. I had already met the real you.

With the mask on you were a badass, biker babe with a permanent “resting bitch face”. That woman drove a BMW and managed people at work. A hard charging, ambitious career woman. A perfectionist willing to do almost anything to win. Even surgery to fix the parts of your body you didn’t like. Hours and hours in the gym to fix the rest.

And, although that kind of woman is sexy as hell, she isn’t my type at all. I have nothing against ambitious people. But I’m not ambitious and I don’t value the things that they value. The woman I met for beers just wasn’t the same woman. I still struggle to square the woman I met on the boat with the woman who shut me out of her life.

You told me she was there to protect the little girl inside. But somehow, over the years you had built such a wall around that little girl that she was rarely allowed out to play. Somewhere along the line, you forgot you were wearing a mask.

The end came when you stopped taking it off for me.

Thank you for reading.

father, motorcyclist, old retired guy who’s just a little lost on a blue marble corkscrewing its way to oblivion

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