The moment you see something with your own eyes and feel injustice with all your senses, you cross an inner border, you know you can’t go back from there.
We’ve become boxers who bite opponents. We’ve become women who fail to report rape. We’ve become men who piss themselves. This is our common tale of woe.
You may spend years without being in a union. But what is the alternative? Being in a relationship that does not meet your needs for true love language?