He tried to control me.
He yelled at me just because i was talking to my friend.
He made me starve, just because he liked me skinny. "For the good of your health," he said.
He was always monitoring me. I couldn't even smile at someone, because i knew what would happen at night.
When i was longing for my parents, he would just caress my hair and say, "shh," with a stone-cold look, "it's for the good for our relationship. You know i love you."
I couldn't cry, because i knew what would happen when he gets angry.
One day, when i was watching a video on my phone, he thought that i was cheating on him, just because i giggled. He took my phone and never gave it back.
That night when i was crying because of my bruises, he just said "you know i love you. you know i'm the best for you. and i'm enough for you."
He called these 'love'.
So, i picked up a knife, and stabbed him several times saying "you know i love you, this is for your own good." it must be tiring to be a control-freak anyway, i just put him out of his misery.
I call it love.
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