He chose every cruelty, freely, and he will answer for all of it.

But I have stopped pretending my part was pure.

I did not only sacrifice for him.

I diminished him, by deciding he was too small for the truth, and then I watched him shrink to fit the size I had assigned him.

That is the thing about handing over the keys to your dignity: it does not only cost you your dignity.

It quietly robs the other person of the chance to be someone who could have been trusted with it.