So one-tracked that the thought that maybe, it could be them, or a mixture of us both, isn’t even a consideration. Clearly such a re-occurance doesn’t take guilt entirely off of my plate-still have to be somewhat at fault. There is no way. I play into it. The deviance. The hedonism. The mistreatment and dismissal upon lack of equal caring within a romantic partner. Also, the type to feed on and off that mentality are the type I attract. Putting it out there in the world that somehow we can live in perfect harmony, hating and ignoring each other.