The way to a femme’s heart may be to control her in the bedroom, but when you move that role play to outside the four-poster bed there becomes an issue.
I was in a horrific abusive relationship many years ago. I was a victim of unmentionable actions of physical, emotional, and sexual nature. I didn’t know how to escape the situation at the time and now I cannot escape the flashbacks. I also have not been able to break free from being uncontrollably attracted to complete assholes. I fall hard for those who treat me like shit.
Your unnecessary anger towards me is something I accepted because I was completely smitten with you. The way you attempted to control and manipulate me was top-notch, some of the best I have ever seen. You did it with such ease and grace. The worse you treated me the harder I fell. I tried with all my being to please you, thinking that your unexplainable rage and disgust with me was because I was failing to please you and your needs. That I was a failure as a woman and as a partner. And in the moments I thought I couldn’t take anymore without breaking, you would sweep me off my feet and treat me like a princess. I was so wrapped up in the roller coaster that I didn’t realize you had unbuckled my seatbelt half way through the ride.
I need to break the cycle. My friends tell me I deserve better, and even though I don’t believe them I know they are right. So after all this time and with you long gone out of my life, I am going to walk away from you. Walk away from something I wanted to be so wonderful. For once, I need to thinking about myself. You will never know that you were my last asshole.