"He was always so obsessed with what everyone else thought about him, how he was viewed by other people, his image was everything. He had this facade to keep up with, he'd twist his face and his words depending on who he was talking with and what he wanted from them. And, more often than not, once he'd turned his head and walked away, he'd have something not so nice to say about them. I listened closely to him, knowing that someday, if I decided to walk away, that he would speak about me that way, too. It was one red flag I should have payed special attention to. Later on, after I'd left him, sure enough, his words turned against me. That hurt the most, the pain of knowing his unkind mouth had wicked words he'd reserved just for me..."
"Well, is seems to me that what mattered most wasn't what happened, it was how he looked from the outside. Your pain was negotiable, but his image was not..."
"Exactly..."
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