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But there is a deeper reason: Leaving would mean admitting the hate doesn't matter enough. Staying means you are engaged in a slow, ugly war. For some, that war is the only thing giving life meaning.

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When the Walls Have Teeth: A Brutalist Review of Intimacy and Loathing But there is a deeper reason: Leaving would