“What type of stuff did he ask you for?” That’s when my eyes started burning. “Little things at first. Make dinner. Clean the house. Run this to the bank for me. Watch a movie with me. Have a romantic dinner with me. It just”—I swallowed the lump forming—“things just escalated from there. I ended up being his girlfriend and I wasn’t even sure how it happened. There were a lot of little compromises that…stacked up over time. I was not in a place to make smart decisions anyway. Saying no and holding boundaries…I couldn’t do it. I was struggling postpartum, felt…” I shrugged, letting my
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