Moomin Mama
Sep 6, 2018 · 1 min read

“You are my best friend”

“No one listens to me the way you do”

“You are the kindest, loveliest most noble person I have ever met”

“You are so sexy, pretty, gorgeous, stunning, beautiful, funny, clever, talented…” (The list here is endless)

then,

“You came so close to being perfect for me but you’re not”

“You’re just the same as everyone else, constantly interrupting me when I talk” errr, right, he could talk continuously for literally hours without allowing any space for me or anyone else to add to the “conversation” which was more like a monologue. When I did try and squeeze a sentence in here or there he would hold his finger to his lips and say, “Could you just hold that thought for a moment and let me finish?” I interrupted him on pain of death, well not quite death but on the pain of being admonished and reduced to tears.

He was utterly charming, loving in an exuberant and joyful way, and then he was cold, distant, cleverly manipulative, and with just a few calm well place words he could destroy me within seconds. He always remained very cool and calm, and could wind me into a frenzy of angry tears and words, and ultimately make it look like I was the crazy one or the one at fault.

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