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Have You Fell in Love With Satan's Sister?
It’s a love that can’t be described, only experienced.
You’re talking to them again, and it might work! You replay everything in your head. They seem sincere this time. You had a great weekend, from what you remember of it. Your relationship is over the top with intensity or in the pits of fucking misery where death appears to be a viable option.
You’ve been anxiety-ridden all day, and something just doesn’t add up to you. After all the alcohol and intensity have worn off, something still seems off; your mind knows it, your gut instinct can feel it, but the toxic bond won’t fucking accept it. You tried again to express your concerns to them. You know they aren’t trustworthy! But you want to believe them; here comes your damn racing thoughts again. There are times they have told the truth, but you still questioned them. Why can’t they understand your anxiety from all the lies and cheating? Why can’t they offer continued support like you crave until trust is regained and their actions finally show over some time there is no one else? But you know you’re reality. There are many, not just you.
It’s impossible for them. What they do tell you is “you have someone on the side too.” Wait, I do? I mean, I have friends, I have side pieces of ass? See the projection here? If you let a narcissist…
