It's still funny. My ex, the crazy-Christian one, the one with the bad church, wound up believing that I had been stolen from him by the coven I got entangled with. And I suppose that could be construed to be the truth, if you were in bizarro-world on crack or something.
It was trust. I didn't trust my ex, and for good reason. I learned to trust Darkside. I learned to trust Sis. I realized that a primary relationship that cannot be trusted means run, and run fast.
So I ran.
I'm glad to be alive.