I was not the first one to see behind his mask, and I will not be the last. Others recognized him for who he was long before I entered his life and he could only speak hate at the memory of them. At first, his family and friends appeared to stand by him and claimed ignorance of any wrongdoing but after some time passed they sought the truth. The craziest thing about his relentless pursuit of adoration is that everyone already knows the truth. Even the poor woman who lives with him right now knows there is something wrong – she just hasn’t hit her breaking point yet. When she moves on, he will simply find another to continue the cycle. Wearing out the welcome is just another stepping stone in his trail of destruction to claim something he can never have – authenticity.