I wish I knew what was going on. She has gone dark, hiding herself from me for reasons that I think are a matter of conscience and external pressure.

He doesn’t love her. He doesn’t even want to try and understand her; never mind appreciate her. I know she isn’t doing this off her own volition but, rather, as a matter of oppression from a man who would as soon relate to her with the same compassion he would offer to a random animal meant for slaughter.

I love her. And hate him.