It reminds me of a verbally abusive ex boyfriend I had in college. I did everything I could to please that jerk, and he just toyed with me and used me. I could not see it when I was in it. Blind. Completely blind. Like he was doing me a favor.
I kicked that jack wagon to the curb and never looked back. I'm not sure when I had the "ah ha" moment or even why I had it. The obsession was unrelenting.
And then, just like that, it was gone.
And he tried and tried and tried to come back. By that point I was thinking, dude, I'd have to be nuts to let you back into my life. I hate you. You are awful. The devil incarnate. I was DONE.
Waiting for that to happen with this nonsense. I'm so over it.
But I'm not.