The truth stings, doesn’t it? You don’t hate being weak. You hate that you can’t admit how much you love it. The second someone calls you out, you melt. The second someone commands you, you comply. That’s not confusion. That’s instinct.
“When will you learn your place? You're not my equal, you're not even good enough to be my servant! You're a fucking dog, so keep your face down, and stick that ass up!”
