When the man one day returned, there was only one part of intimacy that he wanted from her.
And he was always “too tired” to reciprocate.
“Affection” is affection, right?
But hollow love makes a hollow soul.
Especially after all of the damage that he had caused when he had left her.
Entitled.
Glorified.
Inhumane.
And then, he prioritized every whim of an abussive narcisist who poisoned anything good and functional.
And he would not break off contact with the prior home wrecker.
And he expected that the woman should defer to him under these circumstances.
And she wasn’t his responsibility – clearly, she was short-sighted.
In fact, she was “too needy” and should “get a grip on reality.”
Then he pursued another female who he claimed was a better match for him.
But he still wanted and needed “access.”
Everything that the woman had ever held sacred was flayed as she was tormented.
Her only way to escape was to self-eviscerate.
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(Title of a past classic bumper sticker)
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