It's hard to understand some things...why some dysfunctional relationships continue...as if love and hate abut one another...a safe word was established, spoken and ignored...that anything redeemable could be salvaged from snarling mouth and pounding fists...hard to imagine the appeal of the brutal man but you write it with such eloquence in spite of the damage done...that is what makes you stand alone...without peer...in my opinion
Who else but you, Selene, as a uniquely gifted writer, could pen such explicit immersion into the dichotomy of abuse, where love is expressed in physical violence and emotional rape of the 'beloved', who over time turns the abuse into lies of desire.
A challenging excerpt from a magnificent book !!
We may all have known couples like this,
He is two fisted, fighter, drinker, gambler.
She constantly unhappy with his antics, but
she returns to him over and over again, until
he destroys her and himself, but she loves him,
maybe.
This writer is a mystery, an enigma, a floating
island of contradictions and an interesting and
gifted writer.
The first two lines immediately made me think of Lady GaGa; but going forward, the correlation ceased. I simply loved this. I love the anger that arises for the abuser. I love the symmetry between myself and the abused. Most of all, I love the ending, where I envision she finally served up that sweet, cold dish of revenge.
As always, you are amazing. I simply love everything that you write.
one of my favorites from this book...and really, who is it that we want? the one who wants the animal, the one who wants the prim and proper...or one who can manage both
The brutal truth that some men love like a manipulating demon possessing you down to your deepest everything... I really like the he loves me he loves me not form.... it shows inasence and contrasts with the brutal abuse and the end he loves me he loves me not shatters the inner child femininity of the daisy game to a broken woman.. keep that woman ladies! Dont let the bad ones rob you!
The intensity of abuse can be read throuh each emotional line that you express...the finality can be as destructive or as relieving as the abused desires...love is not abuse is not love...