He wouldn't hurt a fly. I mean people were scared of him sometimes, but not because he could physically harm them. Nobody believed that. People were scared of his verbal blows. He threatened people with social sanctions. And somehow people cared a lot. I'm not quite sure why.
I finally built up the courage to tell him. I told him how his words had hurt me. He laughed in my face, "You? I'm hurting you, you cold hard bitch?"
I'm not a cold hard bitch.
I don't believe in Hollywood "love". I know only of compassionate love and lust. "Romantic" love is just made up to sell movies.
My heart can still be broken.