Michael

His earliest memories of adult love involved pain. Dad beat Mom because he loved her.  Mom accepted Dad sleeping around because she loved him.  Mom and Dad beat the children for their own good because they loved them.  In the middle of the night, he’d overhear thrusts and groans coming from Mom and Dad’s bedroom in the name of love.  It’s little wonder he grew up afraid of grown up love.  Love equaled violence and he wanted no part of that for himself.  He lived a Peter Pan existence and surrounded himself with innocent children incapable of eliciting complicated love.

 

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