It all started innocently enough, with sparkly valentine's card and sickly sweet candy. But very quickly, things take a darker turn.
A rosy red heart shaped box bursting with sickly sweet candy and a glittery fuchsia, over the top, overpriced card. Not at all threatening or unnerving. I remember opening the Saint Valentine`s Day present with a dumbfounded smile on my face, wondering just who had sent me such a cheesy gift. My mind fleeting entertained the idea that Frank might have sent it, obviously as a joke gift to wind me up, but the more rational side of my mind quickly dismissed the thought. It did sound like the kind of prank the adorable little midget would pull though.
Years ago, my little black heart might have stopped if I had thought for one second Frank had sent me a mushy valentines gift, but that was all in the past now. I had Lynz and Bandit. We were truly in love, enjoying every day of our Cinderella-esque fairytale together. And Frank, well he had his beautiful wife, Jamia, Miles and the twins; everything he had ever wanted.
Things had finally all worked out.
I had my loving family, the band, who I considered my extended family, the amazing, dedicated fans who would come to our packed out shows and scream every lyric with their entire hearts. Life was good. It was more than good; it was perfect. So God damn perfect, with cherries and strawberry sauce on top. No, a whole fruit cocktail!
I should have known things couldn’t stay that way forever; I didn’t even like fruit.