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As I lay in bed in the homeless shelter, I looked at David’s photograph for the first time since I arrived in Texas six weeks ago. His face looked smarmy and I felt repulsed. Everything about the man was a lie! On Mondays, I write the sweetest posts about the man I love, but on Tuesdays, I remember how evil he can be. Monday is Idealization. Tuesday is Anger. I hope that by Thursday, some celestially-designated Thursday, I can look at David’s photo and not feel angry, and not feel loss… just remember him fondly and with love. He never did