Which is worse?
One evening, while exchanging emails with Andrew, I sent some sort of diatribe about the need to let go of all that represented my abusive married life. I assumed he would ignore my musings and move straight into sex talk like he usually did. In the months prior, Andrew had begun to ignore my ‘chit chat’ about my day, opting to send separate emails to begin spicier discussion. To my surprise, he did respond this time. I opened his email to find three words: “I love you.” He had drawn those powerful words, there in the middle of the night, like a sword suddenly drawn in a crowd for no apparent reason. It was confusing. I stared at the screen barely able to breathe. Were his careless words pointed towards my heart? My head? Was he mocking me? Was he finally opening himself up to me? My heart leapt for safety, but fell short of arriving at its destination. Instead, I lost it all together, writing back that I loved him too.
Andrew took advantage of my vulnerable state. He was playing games. Is that worse than one who overtly mistreats someone?