He said: "Wanwan, you are so beautiful."
I believed it.
From the first date when he grabbed my waist and talked about my past, I should have known - this was not love, but tameness.
He deleted all my friends of the opposite sex, forced me to apologize in public, and made me kneel in the rain and beg him for forgiveness. He said it was "for my own good".
I thought it would be fine if I just behaved. But after being good for two years, he had 47 scars on his body. His self-esteem was crushed by him, then glued back together, and crushed again. He said: "You should be grateful that I don't despise you."
It wasn't until the third time that he asked me to "become a new person"——
I finally understood that he loved obedient toys, not me.
I threw the ring into the river, cut the rope, and lived from "his woman" to myself.
He doesn't deserve me. I deserve to be free.
This time, I want to go from good to bad.
