Diary entry –

November 15, 2016
Dear Diary,
Today was such a good day!
I finished my duties for the day, checked on my mother and headed out for the evening. My buddy Stanley had invited me along with other friends for a poker party. We would play a few rounds of the game. There would also be plenty of whiskey for those who take alcohol. After everyone had arrived, the game started. I was always the best and today was no exception. I was the winner round after round. Between breaks, Stanley, and the others would take a shot of their whiskey. I was the only one sober. We were very engrossed in the game and didn’t notice the time while away. I noticed it was already 1:00 am and excused myself to leave. Stanley and his friends would, however, hear none of it. I told them I had to check on my mother since she was ill and couldn’t sleep before seeing me.
On mentioning this, they started laughing and calling me momma’s boy. They told me that I had still not become a man. I was quite angered, but I chose to maintain my calm. Nobody has the authority to tell me what to do or how to live! I love my mother, and she is also sick. I, therefore, have to check on her now and then. If this makes me a momma’s boy, well then let me be. I don’t care what people think about me! And will not allow them to control me.
While I was still deciding what to do, a beautiful girl walked in. She sat next to me and started smiling. Oh boy! She had totally caught my attention. She was dressed in a white dress that made her look like an angel that had fallen from heaven.

She introduced herself as Blanche, Stella’s sister and from there our conversation started. I had not seen such a graceful beauty before. It was when we had just got free with each other that Stanley in his drunken rage slapped Stella causing her to flee with Blanche. How dare he ruin such a good moment? I think for once am in love. The girl has really touched a nerve with me.
Next time I have to express my feelings for her.
Good night,
Mitch.
November 17, 2016
Dear Diary,
Sorry, I didn’t write last night. It had been such a busy day.
After finishing today’s chores, I left for my special occasion. I had texted Blanche the previous night requesting for a date today. She had obliged! We were supposed to meet today during the noon. I was very anxious on how the date would turn up to be. I picked her at her sister’s house, and we then took off. I took her to the amusement where we would have the privacy to talk to each other as we enjoyed the surrounding environment. She seemed to be enjoying everything and therefore liked my choice for the park. This was, therefore, my starting point for letting my feelings known. I told her more about myself and then started flattering her. She seemed to be enjoying the flattery. I then asked her to tell me more about herself. She told me how she had got into a complicated relationship while still young. She discovered her husband had been gay and had been having a relationship with an older man. Her husband had killed himself after being discovered. She told me she always felt guilty for the death. I felt pity for her. How could such a beautiful girl go through all this? Why get widowed at her tender age? Why was life this unfair?
Though she had been married before, I do not care. What I know is that she is the one with whom I would spend the rest of my life.
Mitch.
November 18, 2016
Dear Diary,
I’m so upset! Today was such a bad day!
I had been taking my lunch at home when Stanley came around. I invited him to join me, and after we had finished eating, we started chatting and reminiscing on the week’s happenings. It was then that Stanley told me that Blanche was not who she seemed to be. She had been fired from the school job for having had an affair with a student. They even had sex! She also lived in a hotel where prostitution was being carried out. I couldn’t summon words to say. Stanley then left me to my meditation. How could someone that I had regarded as an angel be of this character? Someone that I had even decided to spend the rest of my life with
I composed myself and resolved to confront her. I asked her whether the stories were true. She at first denied the allegations, but after insisting she tell the truth, she confessed that it was indeed true. I was truly hurt. She pleaded for mercy, but I could hear none of it. It was then that very weird thoughts came to my mind; rape her and leave her. As I was advancing towards her, she screamed so loud that my thoughts were cut short, and off I ran in fright.
I will not have anything to do with her ever again!
Good night,
Mitch.
December 5, 2016
Dear Diary,
Sorry, I have been away for long. I had a lot of issues to think about and couldn’t, therefore, have time to write.
After the incidence with Blanche, I had vowed not ever to go to the Kowalski apartments. Stanley had however insisted that I had to be present for today’s poker game. I, therefore, found myself at Stanley and Stella’s home once more. We were on our third game when a doctor and a nurse arrived. Before I could enquire what had happened, the two emerged pulling Blanche. She was very resistant to their advances and in the midst of her resistance collapsed on the floor.
On asking Stella what had happened, she told me that Blanche claimed to have been raped by her husband. Something she did not believe. However, it had lead to Blanche’s mental breakdown and must have therefore had some truth in it. When I pictured how she had been joyous just a few weeks ago, and compared it to the deplorable state she was in at the moment, I felt pity for her. I couldn’t hold back my tears. I was outraged with Stanley and wanted to give him a few blows and kicks. I had to be restrained by the neighbors. Otherwise, I would have seriously injured him. It seems I still love her. Why did I let her go? Will she ever be okay again? And would she accept me back?
I wish her a quick recovery.
Mitch.