There was also the inconvenient fact that his official lover, my mother, refused to vanish.
But I had almost the same thing happen to me.
I love him, but I don't love what he used to do.
I've seen how he goes out of his way to do so much for my siblings who are much older than me , niece, nephew, and mum.
With Svengali-like skill, he quickly took over every aspect of my life, dictating what I wore, to whom I talked, even what toys I used.