Kate Doster

Salire

I was a middle-aged woman, barely in her 50's when I met him. At first, his attempts to be domineering was refreshing. As a professional creative, I relished the fact that he would choose restaurants, or "make suggestions" on what would be a flattering haircut. I didn't realize right away the deceit that lay beneath that smile. I was ashamed that I wasn't wiser at my age, that I couldn't see the danger that was waiting. Looking back, I suppose there was something intriguing about an amateur photographer who was complimentary of my work, who wanted to learn from me, mentor under me. The ego of a creative can be a fascinating world to enter, and it can be deadly.