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September 15, 2007
Lydia knew better. Still, she obeyed an internal voice which prompted her to do the right thing: hold him - he’s hurting, do as he asks - you’ve no choice, lose weight - you’re fat, stop blubbering - no one cares.

Maturity allowed her to dissociate from the voices. She named the negative one “Lucy.” Lucy loved to mess up Lydia’s self esteem, instill self doubt, and watch her cry. Lucy was a true bitch.

“Shut the fuck up Lucy,” Lydia growled. “Life’s hard enough without you mucking around in my brain all the time.” Lydia endured Lucy’s tantrums, and strode beyond their power.