TEN MINUTES

"Can you answer my one question?" he asks desperately, his fingers running through his hair again.

"Did you ever love me?" The air that leaves my lungs surprises even me, and I almost want to laugh.

"Of course I did," I answer. "That was the problem. I loved you too much to realize what you were doing to me."

How many times can one disappoint before it's too many?

WARNING: May be triggering for some. Involves a controlling relationship. Read at your own risk.