My parents don’t support my relationship with this man. They’ve never been like this before, trying to snatch the arrow from my heart and throw it away. But with this one, they are very much against it. I have been trying to understand why they hate him so much, but I genuinely cannot come up with a reason.

Whenever I buy gifts for him and they get a whiff of it, they scream as though I have given him one of my kidneys. When I go out to see him and return home, it becomes an eyesore, and every little thing I do for him seems to irritate them. My mother says he has done something to me, that no woman in her right senses would be this attached to a man. Meanwhile, the little things I do for him are so bare minimum that I don’t even understand why they see them as proof of something sinister.

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Maybe I am obsessed with him, maybe that’s true, but surely that doesn’t mean I am under a spell. Right? Is it because of how much I long for him, because I miss him and always look forward to seeing him, that they think I am not normal? But when has love ever made anyone normal? Love isn’t normal. It makes people count down the hours until they can hear one voice again, it makes them buy gifts they cannot really afford because they saw something that reminded them of the person they care about, and it makes them smile at their phones and defend people they probably shouldn’t defend. Love has always made people act in ways that don’t look rational from the outside.

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I don’t want to break up with him simply because of this, and at the same time, I don’t want to start nurturing my parents’ suspicion that I am under some sort of spell. I am caught somewhere in between, between the people who raised me and believe they are protecting me, and the man I love and don’t want to lose. Maybe my parents can see something that I cannot, or maybe they are just afraid that love has changed me in ways they no longer recognize.

—Sandy

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