I am the evil skin peeled off layer by painful layer by someone believing he could be better. He believed that just beneath me was his true self- full of hope and power and goodness, yearning to be unleashed.
But I had been with him a long time. Long enough to sink into his blood and bones and marrow. Neither of us could tell where one stopped and the other began.
He thought he could make the distinction and, ultimately, be free. But I wasn't going to leave willingly. Or easily.