““3I’ve crossed paths since with men like him. I wish I could say differently. But I have. And what I’ve learned is that you dig a little and you find they are all the same, give or take.. ..Some are more polished, granted. They may come with a bit of charm-or a lot- and that can fool you. But really they are all unhappy little boys slashing around in their own rage. They feel wronged. They haven’t been given their due. No one loved them enough. Of course they expect you to love them. They want to be held, rocked, and reassured. But it’s mistake to give it to them. They can’t accept it. They can’t accept the very thing they are needing. They end up hating you for it. And it never ends because they cant hate you enough. It never ends- the misery, the apologies, the promises, the reneging, the wretchedness of it all.””
