But the entire endless time, during the cavalcades of horror and heartbreak and justification and misery, I couldn’t unsee how repetitive it became. Mommy issues. Daddy issues. Abuse. Revenge. Horrifying though it was, the cycle was so commonplace. There was nothing to earn Damon’s preening sense of accomplishment. It ceased being interesting. It was only sad. For everyone. Especially the innocent women swept up in it.
