The more I look at Patrice, the more it strikes me; one's life cannot be defined by a relationship which is not working. There's more to it. I would like to scream to him: c'mon man, just let go and start living, you are looking hopelessly miserable.
You cannot give anyone the right to hijack your life like this.
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