The Story of a New Name (Neapolitan Novels #2)

by Elena Ferrante

For her whole life she would sacrifice to him every quality of her own, and he wouldn’t even be aware of the sacrifice, he would be surrounded by the wealth of feeling, intelligence, imagination that were hers, without knowing what to do with them, he would ruin them.

Why, sooner or later, did I always find plausible excuses for those who made me suffer?