I enjoyed hurting them. I wasn’t aware of the depth of effect I was capable of achieving. I knew how much they liked me only after I’d hurt them, by which time it was too late. Correction. I knew. That’s exactly why I hurt them. How could they like me? I was punishing them for liking me. I also knew that even after I had hurt them, they would continue to like me sometimes even more, because of their well-meaning nature.
