I think he is, and I don’t think so just because I read the list of characteristics I saw on Facebook.  I think he is because I read that list and it was too familiar and I had to find out.  I read articles on the internet, and then books when the depth of the internet’s information was not enough.  And I think he is.

My life could have be completely ruined.  I consider myself lucky. I’m not going to lament my failed relationship, or torture myself with regrets and dreams of revenge.  I’m angry and I’m not forgiving or forgetting.  Forgiveness is for the repentant and I’d be a fool to forget.  I’m going to write all about it until I’m done.  That might be when I find a little more inner peace, or when my story is told, or when I no longer feel the urge to beat him into a bloody unrecognizable pulp.