Laura ~ A lesbian Love Story (Short)-
Written by Christine Michelle.
I was once madly in love with an artist named Laura. I had been casually watching her for 8 years. I had a friend who was a bar owner of a local lesbian bar. I lived in Miami Florida but would occasionally find time to drive to Hollywood. It was there on a Saturday afternoon. I decided to visit Catherin. I went to her home and we sat out by the pool. The topic was usually the latest gossip about what was happening in her bar. With a burst of energy and laughter came Laura. I had never seen someone exude so much cheer with her presence. Just the sight of her made me smile. It was than that I developed a crush. Laura had just moved into a very cute apartment and wanted Catharine to see it.
Laura: You have to see this place it’s absolutely beautiful. It’s perfect! You have to see I set up the computer and everything, it also has a porch where I can just put up my easel and work without being disturbed. I love it, come see.
Catharine: Do you have some time Christine?
Me: of course who wouldn’t want to see such a magnificent place.
(I always hid my excitement with sarcasm)
I watched as Laura ran around the place. I wasn’t really listening to what she was saying. Instead I was watching her mannerisms, her joy was infectious. Though I didn’t know her I was extremely happy for her. “She had arrived”
I went back to Miami and continued on with my life, but this time things were different when I would go to that same bar to visit with Catherine I would always ask how the artist Laura was doing. Some how she made quite an impression on me.
Though we never became friends she was never far from my thoughts. I finally moved to Hollywood. I decided to go to School and change the direction of my life. I had a different lover at the time. A short lived relationship which only lasted the length of my vocational training as a Massage Therapist. The relationship was over the day I graduated. On occasion I would bump into Laura, but I got the chance to get to know her when I moved into my new place. We became intimate right away. We literally stayed in bed for three months. It was magic all of those years of wanting to know her. Wanting to talk to her and finally here it was I was sharing the most private parts of me both body and mind. This wasn’t something I did. I was always so selective when it came to letting my heart breath. It all seemed like a dream come true. But one day Laura said that she had to check on her roommate but that she would be back in a couple hours. The hours passed but she never returned. After a few days I went to the bar and there she was drunk with her roommate. I walked up to her and said “Hi” but she seemed so distant . This wasn’t the same woman that I had been making love to for the past few weeks. “Where did she go?” Once she was with these other girls I was no longer important.
Funny how much I thought I loved her. She was very careless with my heart. I got mad at God,
Me: God, why would you let this happen! Why won’t you find me someone that will love me and treat me right? Why is it all of the women that I love are ruthless? God I keep praying for the right one but all you give me is heartache.
I tolerated her for close to a year. All of her deceit, cheating, lying. I held on though my tolerance drew slimmer and slimmer until there we were.
Laura was in another one of her drunken rages, she was in the process of breaking lots of things in my apartment when all of the sudden she decided to barricade herself in the bathroom. I heard her breaking things and thought she might hurt herself because it was such a small space. I tried pushing the door open and she began slamming the door on my arm. So I pulled my arm out and let her do whatever it was that she wanted. I was bruised but said nothing as I watched her finally storm out of the apartment.
Later that day, I went to Catherine’s bar it was soon going to be my 40th birthday. I was planning on having 30 people attend. As I walked in I was greeted by an angry woman.
Angry woman: You aren’t welcome here!
Me: And why is that?
Angry woman: We heard you hit Laura!
It was the self-inflicted wounds that she was blaming on me. I am sure she used sympathy to get people to buy her drinks. I didn’t bother defending myself I figured not only was it a waste of time to explain my case to this angry drunk lesbian. I figured that Laura’s actions would eventually come out regardless of her lies. There was no way she was going to be able to capsulize her violent outbursts.
There were times I would let her back into my life but she was a bit primitive. She would want to fuck, sleep and eat. And then once she had her fill she would disappear again.
I realized that I was sleeping with the enemy. If I wanted any kind of a life or to retain my sanity I had to remove myself from her life. Even though I loved her I let her go. Ironically enough it was her friends that kept telling me to let her go, that she was no good for me and that I wasn’t the only one she was hurting. I was in love and torn. I had to love myself and totally let go. Though it took some time to get over all of that. I never revisited that sort of situation again. Though Laura wasn’t the one for me she did teach me what I didn’t want. Over the next few years I learned no one can hurt you if you don’t allow them to. I won’t settle for abuse even if I am in love.
Written by ~
Christine Michelle ~
