I loved my hate. I fed it and stoked it because it kept me from a mountain of personal pain. Your hate is a reaction to his behavior. Another way in which he owns you. “If hate and anger are fuel,” he began, voice low, “I have enough of it tae energize an army.” “Then motivate that army. Pour that rage into hope, into determination to fight free of him. Take back your future. Do not give him any more of yourself. Your soul is too precious to squander on that man.”
