I know you, all about you and it just made me want to protect you more. It made me love you more, although I didn't think it was possible. Hearing your frightened voice made me react with such intense worry, I had to call the PD, I wanted to stop whatever could be causing such a reaction. I felt like the person who gets the rush of adrenaline so intensely they could accomplish superhuman feats. My anxiety over your safety was the number one source of stress for me. I knew their cruelty was not limited to me. It baffled me how it ever could be claimed that you were anyone's source of joy and happiness, when they were disrespectful of you and jerked you around so much. I always thought, "if I were blessed enough to be able to be close to him, I would show him how it feels to be actually respected and loved." I was always trying to find out if you were okay, or even alive, so the anxiety would stop. Each time I managed to get even a satisfying morsel, so I could stop worrying, it was wonderful, for awhile
I love that my mind makes you such an important part of it, but the anxiety it creates is pretty rough. I always want to know you are safe, well and happy. They are threatened by that, because they are predators.
You bless me
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