Then Ben Met Dasiy

Around 2019 I was on a date with a beautiful woman Daisy the restaurant served an Italian special which was about a 20-minute walk from her apartment. Walking Daisy home after our date, I always loved looking into her tender eyes when we would talk. It was our third date, I was excited to try and kiss her goodnight. Her smile reminded me of home, her eyes were the feeling of a cosy night in next to a fireplace with a blanket on a rainy day. She was my type before I even knew I had a type. Her body man!! Halle Barrie and Michelle Phifer all in one.

That night I walked her home, I got a kiss and she thanked me for a wonderful evening. I went home with the biggest grin, as that was our first kiss. Five dates down and we have not gone back to each other’s apartments. So that’s when I knew what our sixth date would be and that’s me cooking a surprise romantic dinner. I made a surf and turf with Mac and cheese triple cooked chips which I backed fried then fried again with a side salad served with Sauvignon Blanc wine 2004.

We had a wonderful evening and even made love.

Eight months had gone and from that moment we first made love, we were inseparable. She would come over to my mine after work and we would do what couples do. I realised she was cleaning every 15/20 minutes. Things that were already tidy. I noticed she had a strong need for things to be clean. I thought to myself does Daisy have OCD? then jokingly asked I said “DD baby, I love how you are but do you think you might have OCD.”? She was silent for four seconds then her eyes squinted looking at me. She replied with “You Bloody think I have OCD! because of what? I clean your crap. I see you pick your nose and then use the remote Yuck! That makes my skin scroll but you laugh it off. Benjamin, you leave your cat litter for me to tidy! It’s your cat that lives with you can you not smell?” She strokes her eyebrows laughing saying “do you think I didn’t see your Uber eats receipt from the first dinner you made me?”. She sniggers saying “Baby, I saw your brand new oven and your cooker you just moved in remember! but I just thought it was the thought that counted. Do you see me coming to you like you live like a Tramp and that your just filthy”?

Daisy’s mouth then lifted and she rolled both eyes at me. Friends I felt so small, I saw the sweetest woman develop into a monster or like a beast, a bull, better a raging bull! Veins pushing through her neck, she was like a fizzy coke bottle that had just been opened.

Speechless. Absolutely, Speechless.

I was Fuming.

Daisy continued saying to me whilst wiping the counter .“ If you weren’t a secret millionaire do you think I would be here tolerating this”. I couldn’t believe my ears as I reflected on what happened.

“You used me” I said.

I had instant flash backs from living with Joyce from ages two to nine. Daisy reminded me of my alcoholic Stepmother, who was always lashed out and verbally abused me and my younger sibling. Joyce never corrected us but attacked and insulted us always, when we didn’t know better. I still believe she used my dad for what he had. I still believe she poisoned his lemon juice.

I ran away from home when I was nine years and lived on the streets. I stayed with lil Lady , an amazing woman who found me at a bus stop and took me in. She so happened to be looking for her cat very random, she always baked the best bread lil Lady kept me.

My stepmother Joyce never reported me as missing and never looked for me. lil Lady did everything for me. When she died 18 years ago, she left me with her grandfathers bread factory that was doing well, I grew up and took over Back to Daisy.

It was at that moment I knew things got real. I grabbed Daisy by her hair with so much force and anger!!

I remember dragging Daisy out of my home along with her Chanel handbag, oops! out came everything including Lipgloss Tampons, Fluffy keyrings and a receipt of coconut oil for £4.99. She laughed as she rose from the pavement, picking up her things limping with a slipper missing.

The door slams Shut violently.

I then reflect and remember a lot of coincidences.

When I met Daisy I thought I met my future wife. She was a quiet and homely woman, who was always home and did not have social media. I loved that. After a week in our break up, I decided to do some research on Daisy. This is where I found out more secrets information, I was shocked to think for eight months I didn’t see this coming?.

Daisy had been targeting me ever since I moved into the area, she would strategically bump into me everything was a coincidence. In fact Dasiy would go home and research me on things I liked. I discovered Daisy used to wear eye contacts, she saw a Facebook post I liked, saying “like this post if you love women with hazel eyes”.

Just unbelievable.

Daisy also got her teeth whiten and straightened for a killer smile and her a Brazilian body lift, all in the pursuit to land a wealthy bachelor.

I was so confused, like sort of in a daze for weeks and months. I was doing all sorts to make me feel better but I couldn’t get her out of my head, her words, her smile, her deception and lies.

I found out Daisy was called Kimberly! and that she had an identical twin sister. I was even more raged!!

I found out about Daisy by talking to her neighbours and they confirmed her name was Kimberly. The neighbour said “which one because the person who you describing is a twin”. I showed a picture and to confirm we are certainly speaking about for the same person. Her name was Kimberly. The neighbour said “when did Kimberly do her teeth oh! them contacts are nice, her eyes are naturally dark brown and when did she get her body done”?.

I couldn’t tell them who I was I said I was a work colleague who needed to meet her and wanted to confirm I was in the right area. Kimberly was five years older than me but Daisy was three years younger than me.

I never saw Daisy again but I miss her and love her still in a strange way and that will forever make me a raging bull.

In my new home Springfield Mental Hospital.