Not Dating A Sadist
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Ongoing8m
Last published Thu, Dec 24, 2020
What do you get from reading this?
- true-life story
- a conversational style without big smart ass words (because of which I myself often fell asleep with a book in my hands).
- memes and photos to prove the point
- an opportunity to learn from someone else's experience
What do I get from writing this?
- the ability to help others avoid the same mistakes I made and let them learn without getting hurt
- the thrill and satisfaction from writing
- to put on paper some of the most valuable life lessons that I have learned
In short...
I'll just tell you what and how. How to survive in a relationship with a sadist? How to survive even not being in a relationship with a sadist?
How to identify a manipulator?
How do you know if a guy has real mental problems?
How to stop feeling sorry for yourself?
And more importantly, how to stop feeling sorry for him?
How to find peace and among the chaos?
And here's another thing to mention: this story is not over, it continues at this very minute while I'm typing it. Sitting in the basement of my parents' house at 9:53 pm on November 20, 2020.
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