I Made a Terrible Decision, and Everything Turned Out Fine

(This post is inspired by this week’s Write Here prompt: “What do you need to take responsibility for?” This is an excerpt from a memoir-in-progress. Read more excerpts here.)

His name was Mitch. I latched onto the image of Svengali when I thought of him. Will I now have to leave the city, state, or country to ever end this hold he has on me? This hypnotism that turns me into a confident woman, able to ask for and express my sexual desires. In the book, Trilby, Svengali dies of a heart attack, leaving Trilby distraught and void of…