For over 20 years I have been in a toxic relationship.
They did everything they could to keep me from leaving, bought me gifts, took me on trips, and i was obsessed.
The way they looked, they way they smelled, how excited I would get after not seeing them for a while.
My love was real.
But theirs was not.
I was a pawn.
A minion
A slave.
They would constantly go missing for days, even weeks, while i desperately searched for them.
I would beg them to come back
And I would be ignored.
And as soon as I started to feel ok about their absence.
They would up show up again.
Bearing presents of course, to make me forget about the agony that I had just suffered.
I wanted to end this cycle but didn't know how
People treated me differently when they were around.
They treated me like i was important.
Like i was special.
Publicly i felt like a superstar
Privately I felt like a psychopath.
I knew I could not go on like this.
It took a long time I must admit.
But eventually, I was able to break up with money.