Something about the way he talks about her, like he simultaneously hates her but also like she’s a goddess that no other woman will ever compare to.
A Minor Rant on Google Chrome, Creeping, and Insecurity
Stella J. McKenna

I think I do that, sort of, when I talk about my ex. Women who fuck us up become goddesses. Not benevolent ones, but destroyer goddesses who still have the potential for having power over our lives and deaths.

We get over it eventually. Just takes time.