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Pedro tried to bother me a few more times after that. He begged me to save him, whining that Lily refused to grant him a divorce and had sold his last few valuable watches and shoes to give the money to her brothe- rs. When he protested, she would have them beat him up. In one particularly brutal attack, they broke the
arm he used to paint.
He stood outside my car, weeping, drowning in regret. I didn’t even unlock the doors.
Everyone has to take responsibility for their actions. When he treated me like a dog for his own amusement, he should have known that karma would eventually come for him. A healthy relationship is built on mutual respect. No one is born to be someone else’s dog, no matter how much you think you love them.
