Over next 48 hours, I did anything I could to get in Kenny’s good graces. “You say you want me to be happy yet you try to leave when times get tough! People in relationships stick it out during the rough patches!” “Why must you constantly defy me?” he said. He was still furious at me and left messages through the night berating me. When I called him, begging him to return, he said he was heading to Vegas to see his cousin. But now I realize she saw through his facade. My mother said, “Courtney, if you stay with him, he will kill you.”Īt the time, I thought she was trying to sabotage my happiness. By the time I came back inside, he had taken off in his truck. My mother defended me, and I felt so overwhelmed that I went outside to have a cigarette, which made Kenny furious. I was stunned when he chastised me in front of her for leaving Seattle to pursue my career. Still, I was nervous to introduce him to my mom. He had moved in with me and things were serious between us. Kenny said that he fell in love with me for my voice, but he started making jealous remarks about my fans.įor Thanksgiving, I invited him to Seattle to meet my family. In 2009, I played 97 gigs, my personal record. I blamed that for his bizarre behavior in Las Vegas. He had lost his IT job and, I learned, was about to lose his house. His gun, he said, was in the console.īy the end of October, he had moved to California looking for a fresh start.
It was on that trip, barreling down the highway in his diesel pickup, when he told me he had a concealed carry license. We stayed in touch, and “officially” started dating in July when he invited me to Utah. He had worked in IT, but when we met, he was looking for new opportunities. He told me a bit about his life: half-Samoan, he was born in Pago Pago, the capital of American Samoa, but was raised a Mormon in California and Hawaii before going to Brigham Young University. He lived in Utah and was just visiting, so I spent the next few days taking him to a local oyster festival and my favorite beaches. I was also attracted to his intelligence-we talked in a deep, philosophical way that first night. A mutual friend introduced us, and Kenny told me that he loved my voice. I am a blues singer-he’d seen me at one of the many gigs I played that year in California, where I was living at the time.
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