If my husband drove me to commit suicide in my previous life, I would be pretty disgusted if I fell in love with him just because I don’t remember all the crap he’s done.
Not really. More like a normal psychological response to abusers who are also providers, and has managed to 'beat' into the abused child the ideology that 'youre not where you are right now if it weren't for me, nobody will *love* you except for me, if you're not going to be useful I will abandon you'
Please, keep your horny ideas to yourself. ( ̄∇ ̄")