He gives you little pieces. Just enough to make you think he loves you. Enough to make you think that he's a certain person. Like a spider, you're in a web, wrapped in the deceit of words that never match the actions. You believe that he would never hurt you. You're just wrapped up in his "love". Smart you find is that you're tied into his mess. His unhealed heart. His family issues. You realize you're paying the price for his past, his anger, his abandonment, his mental state, his emotional loss, his detachment. You're trying to cut yourself loose, but the more you fight, the tighter the web gets. Others try to cut you out, but he makes sure they can't get close enough. He controls the strings. No matter what he does wrong, it's your fault. Your only fault is that you feel in love with a version of him that was a facade. It never existed. One day though... you realize what you need to do to be free.