Jacob Lawrence, The Lovers (1946)

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September 2, 2005:

For her I gave up the thing I loved most. The part of my life that was most central.

It was a form of blackmail. "You don't give me enough time. It's me or that."

I submitted. Mistake. No-one deserves that kind of loyalty, no matter how much you love them. Nevermind the injustice of the demand. It's not practical. If you give up yourself, your identity, you bring nothing to the relationship anyway.

In two sentences, that was the remainder of our life together, until I quit.

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