The opposite of love is…

Absence.

And I hope I come to accept that I was married to a woman who was never present. Lacking love, her opinion must not matter.

I've already forgotten everything about her but her astounding narcissism.

She was a performance and desired stardom. Failing, she became captured by being the star of her show. And stealing or degrading brighter talents.

She was never on stage for anyone else's. She was never in the audience when others needed their monologue. Only her own lonely drama. She was present for herself, except to the degree she couldn't get enough others to praise her cleverness and beauty.

Definitely not an ensemble player, this one!

Love is not a performance. Neither is hatred. Absence is a package you create to isolate yourself from your own failure to know love. Absence looks like truth to the needy.

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