The napalm of his affection stuck to her love-charred skin.
When she first met him, she was intoxicated with what she perceived as “such good luck.” She thought he was the thread which sewed up her lost-button heart.
Years later, she realized she was drunk on an ill-conceived concept of luck.
Now, she asked friends and family: “Should I leave him?”
They shared an emphatic “YES!”
But, like asking for a sign during a thunderstorm, you make of advice what you will.