Part One was a badass, Part Two a sneak.
Part One raged, punched, spit, cursed, intimidated. Part Two slunk, hid, cringed, dissimulated.
They both manipulated, they both cheated, and they both stole.
Two halves of the same toxic relationship. Outcome and symbol and symptom of my untreated depression, where I falsely and ludicrously believed that to be understood I had to partner with someone who shared similar mental experiences — that combination of intelligence, loneliness, and clinical-level depression which characterized us all.