Of course, I would do the same for him, I’d do anything for him. But I couldn’t say that. If I agreed to sit back and allow him to treat me this way, for him to plant more images inside my head, ones I could never shake away, like kissing girls, pushing and pulling me in all directions, making snide comments, or worse … I didn’t know if I could ever recover from it. In the end, he would expect forgiveness while I withered away in his aftermath.
