and somehow this whole story would become all about him. He is actually not at all important; his character certainly does not warrant the attention I have given him until now. I was the more interesting one in the relationship. Cleverer, too. When we were together, I wasn’t that keen on him. I lied to him all the time. I found him weak and easy to dominate. I developed a much greater attachment to the scar that formed around our breakup than to his actual person.
