I can't believe I let this happen, but he had me fooled for a while.
I really liked him. I actually didn't see myself falling into the spiral.
I was a nag; I was unreasonable; I was stupid; I was fat.
I was lucky.
I have friends who usually don't interfere with each other's lives—very cool people, but this time they just wouldn't leave it alone.
They were circumspect but persistent; they wouldn't let up.
Finally, the blinders lifted. I was in shock at what I saw—at who I saw.
I played it as smart as I could. I quietly and quickly got everything together and got the hell out in as good of a fell swoop as possible. I had support and some resources. I found myself muttering thankfulness as the moment got closer and I was hurrying to prepare. I knew some women weren't so lucky.
It's been a few months and I have had time to contemplate. My friends think I'm crazy but I actually feel a little bit sorry for the miserable bastard.
Not that much, though. And not at all compared to how sorry I feel for the next woman he gets his hooks into. God help us all.
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