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[nonethefewer]

I had a dream that an ex of mine (from like a million years ago) was still my boyfriend, and was living with me in my house.  He was that slow and degrading kind of abusive, so I went upstairs, woke my father, and managed to escape.  ("I have time to gather a few things... no, fuck it, just get out.  He's still in the shower.")  As I was leaving, the boyfriend started to argue with me and cry, saying that he meant well.  I kept finding pieces of paper around, telling me that I shouldn't have left, look at how crushed he is.

In real life, he was never anything even remotely close to that type of person at all.  So what the actual fuck, brain.

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[amaebi]

Well, you know, we live in a world that's kind of that way where women are concerned/cornered.