You’re so jealous and insecure.
I love how you compete for my attention when I flirt with others in from of you. It makes me so desirable and powerful. I make you feel so diminished, and I know you’re never going to escape my grasp. You know how each suspect is real, but you know I am entitled to everything. You can’t do anything and you’re never going to leave me because you’re hooked up to this toxic relationship.
We’re just friends.
Whenever I get bored with you, I’m calling this person, and in case you leave, they can replace you. Maybe they are already acting as a valuable side piece. I’ll make sure you seem like the controlling one is you if you ever complain about my shady behavior with this person.
Well, you’re not crazy, but I just love to make you look like the crazy one. I love the power I have over you to humiliate and provoke you, and when you react I can say you act like the crazy. You don’t have anyone to complain about me, how I’m rageful or irrational because I already kicked out every person that meant something to you in your life. I’m the one who has the power over your life.