Lost Journals

I resent the man that feels the need to pick up my pieces. I don't need a man on a white horse. I wouldn't mind a man in BMW.

Bobby had seen Peri at her worst - the days when widow was a new word and a new concept. She was living out of her car, showering at campgrounds, and eating nothing. Today, she was healed and stronger because of her struggle.

Bobby wanted her to be broken again so that she needed him. He knew that was the only way he could remain in her life. The only thing he had to offer was salvation; Peri was now her own saviour and a guardian for others. She hated everything Bobby represented: the past, Iowa, insanity, and need.