If you are dating Allan, I strongly and urgently encourage you to cheat on him.
Here’s the plan: Tell Allan you love him in the most passion way possible. For example,
- “On March 15 of 2021 I first met you and with that something never known to me unfold. Happy third anniversary. I love you.”
- “I always felt it and so to this day, as well as I love you since the very first time I saw you to this day, with an indescribable strength and passion”
- “I dream about that always, having you lying naked in my arms and everything else. Happy Valentines 2025, darling. I will see you in Mexico City soon.”
Blah, blah, blah…you get the idea.
Then that same night, fuck someone else passionately. Even a toad will be a better lover than Allan!
Keep it a secret.
Then fuck someone else again. And again.
Keep this love-charade going for years.
Lie as much as you can lie to him. Confuse and disorient him with more lies on top of lies. Don’t forget to keep lying!
Oh! And claim you are a Christian while you are causing him mental illness over your confusing behavior that does not align with a fucking thing you say.
Flirt with other men openly online. When he confronts you, gaslight him by saying he violated your boundaries.
Act offended and outraged when he is reduced to CIA-style operations to figure out what the fuck is happening in his own life.
When he tells you he is getting sick from your abuse, acknowledge it, then keep lying.
Then make plans with him in another city, causing him to spend a shitload of money on the plans.
Show up in the city; compel him to spend money picking you up; tell him more lies; act like a teenager who can’t put your phone down; text your lover from his living room; then act mad that this is not going over well with him; create a dramatic scene and blame him for your “sudden” change of plans; say something irrational; then only answer your phone on his third or fourth call to you. Tell him you’ll see him tomorrow. Then tomorrow, say you won’t being seeing him at all. Then, when he calls again, JUST HANG UP THE PHONE ON THE MOTHER-FUCKER. Disconnect.
Don’t feel guilty. He’s done it to several chicks.
Along the way, publish your romance in newspapers and let a stranger deliver the news to him.
Then, accept absolutely no responsibility for your emotional violence and psychological torture. Instead, run tell everyone he is crazy because, MIRA!, he is indeed destabilized by your abuse.
When he demands an apology, refuse. Absolutely refuse anything that resembles accountability. Then, in classic narcissistic victim mentality fashion, claim you are being exploited when he talks about what you did to him.
The Survivor Support Team will fully support you with anything you need to abuse the fuck out of this violent predator….laughing all the way at his demise.
Don’t forget to be a pathetic little bitch and lie about your family and friends hating the fucker because, well, that’s what any narcissist would do.