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Click hereThe Good Man spent most of his years lifting her veil of pain, agony and misery. He pulled her out of her personal hell and gave her compassion, warmth and love. And, for a time, she seemed happy.
But ultimately, she betrayed him.
"Why have you betrayed me so, my Love? Have I not loved you the way a man is supposed to love his woman? Have I not held you the way a man is supposed to hold his woman? Have I not cherished you the way a man is supposed to cherish the woman he loves? Why do you vow to return to him and that hell we fought so hard to extinguish? Why, my love?" The Good Man pled with a tremor in his heart.
"Yes, my Good Man, you have loved me more than any man has ever loved me," she said through her tear filled eyes. "You've held me in passionate ways no man could ever hold me – I'm still awaiting the return of my breath. You've cherished me, loved me, and made me feel at peace.
"I do not expect you to understand, for I do not fully understand myself. But, it was that pain of old– that agony – that misery, which reminded me I was ALIVE – and I want to feel ALIVE again. I'm truly sorry, My Good Man."
With that, his love left him to return to her Demon. With that, the Good Man lost his fire. He fell into darkness and lost his ability to feel compassion – to feel warmth – to feel love. With that, the Good Man became a Demon himself...
How do we avoid becoming Demons ourselves if all we do is fight Demons?
How do we remain Good Men?