The Motivational Speaker

I once heard a girl on Maury call her so-called husband a “motivational speaker”. He pimped, cheated, and beat her. But she said that he completed her. Chuckling at the sight with who at the time I felt was Mr. Right. Fully aware of the fact that is right now causing me to write. His motivational speeches were to be awed. To his every move and words I’d applaud. Appreciative of the educational experiences and even the flawed. To love someone who never reciprocated. To feel that it was forever when he’d already had it dated. How to suck the life out of me and walk away to freedom he must’ve continuously contemplated. Just wanted as much as he wishes he accumulated. What was made could set a person for life. But I wanted to be his wife. Still he sold left and right. I knew it wasn’t right. But I wanted him all day and all night. When times sparked an epiphany he knew just what to say and do to me. Good or bad his motivation would get through to me. Sometimes I’d be so happy. Most of the time I’d find blood shedding from me. This from what consumed me completely. For almost 4yrs I continued to grow weaker. Everyday just seemed to grow bleaker. For way too long, I couldn’t resist this motivational speaker.