The truth was, she had unconditionally loved me, in action form, and with every day that she did, she loved herself less because deep down she knew she deserved better than the things I’d begun doing. She allowed herself to tolerate so much of my disrespect for the relationship that it ate at her original identity and nestled its way in as a part of what she taught herself was normal. Without condition, she continued to love me and it cost her herself, and that’s when she became someone else.
