Been talking with my friend and she thinks his subconsciousness compared her to me.
And, this may sound somewhat strange, but she reminded him of an old me.
Where I use to be more quiet, meek and listened.
Than on top of that, the openness and understanding relationship between a therapist and patient.
Kaboom.
Savior complex kicks in to rescue damsel in distress.
But I was saying, he built me up, he made me confident by saying I was beautiful and amazing and he was lucky to have me in his life.
Why wouldn’t I have started believing it at some point.
So maybe its my fault, I became to strong and independent for him, and that wasn’t what he wanted and he got bored.