I Found My Daughter Begging on the Street With My Grandson — Then We Traced Where the $927,000 Really Went
The opposite of love is not hate.
Hate is love that has turned rancid but is still, unmistakably, a bond; the person who hates their ex-husband is still bound to him by a rope, merely a rope that burns instead of comforts.
The true opposite of love, the thing that actually severs the bond, is indifference — the quiet, complete cessation of caring in any direction at all.
And indifference cannot be forced or performed; it can only be arrived at, slowly, when the person genuinely no longer occupies your inner life.
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