Escaping A Serial Romance Scammer And Grifter
How I Dodged Cupid’s Arrow Scoring A Bull-eye On Freedom
And then there was that time, 🥴 I dodged love’s bullet in a marriage proposal I thankfully didn’t accept. Our love initially started out like a shooting star, promising the moon’s radiant beauty, but on closer inspection, I would find that it was nothing more than a mirage in the night sky that shattered all hopes and dreams.
We were both dreamers and schemers in our youth, running from life, seeking any refuge from past failed relationships, anywhere with anyone we could find. We fed on each other’s love of poetry and literature. Our lives were filled with a lot of lyrical chit chat over the phone that would make you either swoon, or throw up, or tell us to get a room. Little did I know, I was “in love” with a serial romance scammer and grifter who preyed upon multiple women.
Our love was like a symphony of rhyme filled words. Our minds were dancing effortlessly to tunes unknown, captivating our hearts and souls. I wasn’t aware that there are times when mere words can masquerade as the symphony all by itself. I was fooled into thinking I was in love, when in truth, I was only entangled in the sweet illusion of false soulmate affection.
This poem is a remembrance of what he probably said, proposing to me from his jail cell at the time. I wrote it as a reminder that words sometimes have the powers that make us believe the impossible. It is only when you later find yourself deeply immersed in genuine harmony of a real love’s true embrace, that you realize the power of love words, which echo within your being and forever change the rhythm of your existence — aren’t always lyrical or poetic, nor do they spell love. — Jerilee Wei
The Proposal Remembered
How often your love, a great river flowing ceaselessly Fills my every thought, like the Challenger deep, And how I marvel over your rip currents of emotions Over what our love both means and what to keep
In seldom unspoken and denied cerebral regions Where no invading sweet intruder has ever trod, Save the eternally wicked Cupid messengers Permitted laughingly the cursed like me by only God
Did I ever accidentally speak of love, my dear? Avoiding that convo, before I truly allowed you here? Maybe I slipped up, if so, it was less a lie, Than it was an act of commitment and fear
Still, it’s only fair, you need to be told, The fertile soil of love so long left fallow, Was been sown with seeds so long left saved For our love will be found deep, not shallow
And until fate intervened and I found you, Or given my cell, you found me Those who came before seemed but proof Of a karma induced and cursed destiny
Lord, how I mentally embrace you, Every moment, every tortured hour, In that land where your presence changes From a desert super bloom to a single flower
Therefore, I not only ask you, Woman be, my wife But more honestly, dear heart, Woman, be my life
Ladies beware, Cupid’s messengers can sometimes guide our unsuspecting hearts to a forbidden love, choose to give your heart away wisely. The lesson I learned was that pretty words do not spell love.” — Jerilee Wei © 2023
PS — No engagement rings were harmed or involved in this marriage proposal, but my first red flag was him wanting me to send him the money to buy me a ring for when we next had a visitation. LOL
PS PS — This nameless romantic serial con man Don Juan (from nearly 40 years ago), ended up being sentenced 50 years for his prolific fraudulent antics across several states. I moved across the country to escape him. He died in his prison revolving door life a few years later. It took years of therapy and introspection to know why I ever entered into such a relationship and go on with my life.