Sometimes he says things he thinks will keep me from withdrawing into the quiet.
It was my night, my friends, my interests.
I don't think he can handle me connecting with others.
We have a group.
Anyone outside of that group is threatening.
He says things.
Over burritos, he says he fears what is behind my pretty face.
It's not empowerment.
It's isolation.
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