The Nasty Side of Love
On every holiday, Blake would surprise me with thoughtful gifts, eager to show me off to his friends.
When we were apart, he'd text "I miss you" countless times a day.
He'd also seethe with jealousy if anyone so much as looked at me, his eyes burning with rage.
Once, he told me, "Karen, do you know? My family is full of twisted monsters. You're the only one who's ever shown me what true love really is."
Blake's insecurities ran deep. He constantly needed reassurance, asking me over and over if I still loved him.