Smart people in toxic relationships have one thing in common: They know their partner is an asshole (because they can see them being horrible to others around them), but their defence is,
‘But s/he won’t do it to me.’
This is compounded by their smart brains building beautifully structured justifications and seemingly rational and cogent arguments about why they are right, and would be the only exception their lover/partner would make from their otherwise toxic behaviour. Indeed, I’d claim that smart people become the victims of their own smartness by convincing themselves of the infallibility of their clearly erroneous beliefs about their toxic lover/partner.
This deluded and false sense of mistaken belief in one’s obviously fallible judgement already clouded by the fog of love is what eventually hurts most when shit goes down, even as they go in genuine bewilderment,
‘But how could s/he do this to me?’
Dude(tte), s/he was doing it to everyone. It was evident that s/he’d do it to you. What the fuck are you so surprised by?
As for me, I am a smart man. Yeah, right.
