I just listened to Lily Allen's new album, and it hit me so hard. i remembered how i felt like a middle-aged woman going through the crisis of a failing marriage, experiencing literally all the same problems and flaws, but i'm just a girl in my early 20's and it was my first relationship.
I tried so hard to be the best, and i believed in this man's potential like no one around him ever would. He was very bothered by all my arguments in discussions and how well i could express myself (especially when i was right, like 99% of the time), while all he did was invent lies and excuses to somehow became a victim, and i always knew he was hiding a lot of things, i just refused to see, like a true lover, blind even the soul.
I remember every message he sent to all the people he cheated on me with, every single audio, even memes that i used to send to him, was there in those conversations. He used the same modus operandi with everyone: the same nicknames, the same sexual conversations, the same fucking nudes, not to mention his very peculiar interest in very young people (you should be arrested). There's nothing more repulsive than manipulative men who will lie, cheat, and distort absolutely everything so that you come out as the bad guy, even if they've committed the most perverse acts a being could do. i saw this happen with my mother and with women in my family, almost like if it were karmic, but we're talking about patriarchy, and it continues and will continue to live on, shaping men to reproduce the same behaviors. It's incredibly sad to see such beautiful and amazing women suffering because of the most miserable men in the world.
+ i still have a screenshot of our last call, right after you confessed to all the cheatings, after being confronted with proofs and no longer being able to lie and say that i was crazy. it's such a symbolic picture, very similar to the painting below. i look at it and i can see a man without masks, without a beard to protect him and cover his sins, without the possibility of lying, because all his truths were exposed, and i finally got to see you for who you really are. you're just a lost little boy.
Dean Cornwell - "It's Hard to Explain Murder" (1920)