I’m having sympathy for a friend’s husband. I’ve seen him drive her places, sacrifice so much for her, work 2-3 jobs, and I can tell he tries to love her but she treats him like he’s trash. He’s not allowed to eat food in the house because if he eats, “he would be stealing food from women.” She makes him sleep on a floor but last night she said he needs to find another place to live but keep paying the rent. She’s going to LA for vacation but he’s not allowed. She won’t even let him talk to his own family members like his parents. She laughs about it.

I’d cook for him, clean for him, adore him if he did even did only HALF of what he does for her. I see him losing his humanity and dignity and I feel for him. You can see he is dying inside. Last night he looked so hopeless as she just tore into him about not being built like Jason Mamoa. I just want to kiss him and see if it brings him back to life.