I hate this so much, but the man who would push me down the stairs one minute would hold and comfort me the next minute. I still have dreams about loving him. It s so sick- I know. I know I don t truly miss him, but in my worst moments I do (even though he caused significant physical and emotional damage). Can anyone relate?
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