In the shower the other day, I had momentary flashbacks of certain key points in my life. And it was then I suddenly realised, that I have known Mr. D for a very long time. None of us remembers how or why, except that he seemed to have been there from the beginning.
Mr. D took a lot from me, out of me. I think a big part of me was naturally inclined to giving in to him. Like I owe it to him. While a small part of me was fighting back. Trying to regain what I had lost.
Give me back my point of view.