Him

He was the closest I've been to God. He came around promising an eternity of bliss and love in exchange for a lifetime of blind conformity. I was just a lost soul that was looking for a purpose in life and he offered me security like no other could. How could I refuse? All I had to do was stay under his thumb, following his rules and restraining from mundane sin. If I didn't do as he told, he'd find a way to hurt me as punishment and tell me he loved me. As time passed me by, so did life. Where was I heading? Was the bland path I was leading worth it? If I chose to follow him, this being what seemed best for me, it was because of self-care. But if I loved and did for him more than what I loved and did for myself, what was the point of this sick paradox? Forever started to become questionable and suddenly all security disappeared. And then the blinds came off.