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The sad truth is the most dangerous thing I could do was stick up for myself.
His outbursts came so quickly and unexpectedly that the part of me that carried self-awareness shut down. It had to. How could I live my life being aware of what was happening to me?
It was powerful. Part animal attraction, part neediness, part yearning, part hope. But it was not exactly love.
And on it went. His story. His side. And as was always the case, he could not hear one word that might suggest that his take on things was not The Truth without growing louder, angrier, and more panicky.
Things were ending well. And things were beginning.
