I gave to the point of sheer and utter exhaustion. My soul awakening happened and you went into discard, devalue and destroy phase. But I won. Every. Fucking. Thing. And still you make even the simplest of interactions difficult. I feel sorry for you. Because you'll go through life thinking it was me, or the next guy or the guy after that. But it was you. It IS you. Your narcissism. Your emotional abuse. For someone with a masters degree in behavioral analysis, you're fucking stupid.