It's the same thing over and over again.
"They'll change," you say.
"They don't mean to hurt me."
"They love me."
"You just don't know them like I do."
For a while you are right. Things do get a little better. They're not great, but a little better.
Then suddenly and out of nowhere...POW!!! They do it to you again. You are left crushed & broken into a thousand tiny pieces—left to put yourself back together again.
You'll do it too.
It won't be easy but you'll get up off the floor and start putting the pieces back together. Tougher now. Hardened by the experience, you tell yourself you won't let it happen again. You are sure of this.
Only it does.
You'll go back. Lured in by the promise of bobbleheads or dollar hot dog night, you will go back. And it will happen again, just like it happened on the night of June 12, 2009.
You will make excuses for them, because in some sick twisted way you love them.
"The lights were in his eyes."
"The wind got it."
"It was that damned digital TV switch-over."
And the next night you'll be back in the arms of your abuser. All will be forgiven, until the next time it happens.
You are a Mets fan.
Despite my lighthearted satire, abuse is no laughing matter. If your team is abusing you, call (718) 507-TIXX to speak to someone right away. Have a credit card ready.
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