What we shared there is no name for. Because if that’s what love was i don’t want it. It was deceitful and selfishness and heartbreaking. It was sin itself reincarnated. I never want to experience that again. That was not love. It was an abomination and needed to be destroyed. Ir was filled with lies and disrespect and disappointment and dishonor. It was fabricated in material gifts coated in family interactions and sex and bath water and blood and sweat. It was human. It was flawed. It was partially forgiven forged in desire and fear of abandonment and loneliness. That could only end in death by force. A stopped heart. Suffocation and drain of self. It wasn’t love, it was an abomination. No need to romanticize. It was an unnecessary evil and act of self hatred. It was the world’s greatest performance that ended in tragedy. What a great cost to freedom. Freedom always comes at a cost.
Expensive sacrifice
