Harold broke up with Harriet.
Got back with her.
Cheated on her.
Bad mouthed her to all his friends.
Broke up with her again.
Confessed his love for her and begged her to take him back only to cheat on her again and talk shit about her behind her back.
Then he rinsed and repeated.
Rinsed and repeated.
All the while he saw nothing wrong with his behaviour because his brain was working furiously to create a narrative that made sense of this rollercoaster ride.
The mind truly is, a marvellous thing.
Harold isn’t though.
Harold’s a piece of shit.
Thomas Duggan 