When he was "in the heat" of the A I would look into his blue blue gorgeous eyes and think they looked like ice. Like dead, emotionless eyes. I couldn't even recognize him and it was scarrrrrry.
Isn't this bizarre? I got the same thing--when I sobbingly pleaded with her to stop hurting me and our family. Creepy. Divorced April Fool's Day 2014
Fear is the mind-killer.
Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration.
I will face my fear.
I will permit it to pass over me and through me.