My biggest fear is that you’ll become as demanding, overbearing, sick, accusatory, and angry as my ex-husband. Worse still: that if you do, it will be because I made you that way—a metastasis that consumes others until they are unrecognizable. Sometimes I catch myself praying you’d die so I could be alone and no longer hurt anyone. Other times I tell myself the truth is crueller — I don’t change anyone; I only make them feel safe enough to strip down to what was always there.
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