The EN

Here’s one of those things you can’t ever uncover in a conversation.

A year ago, I was reading Nabokov’s Mary, when I found the answers to why the ex boyfriend found it so convenient to trample all over me. I enabled it. If there is such a word, I am an enabler.

Up till yesterday, I was still trying to believe he loved me more. But then I believe, one day, I will find the answers in literature. That such man who holds on to both, exists. My exit should have been really quick because I’m really not into polygamy.

But then I am tied down by the noble noble task of helping him secure a future. And like I told you, I am an enabler. I would kill myself if someone’s failure can be attributed to me. So I am still here.