I just watched Crazy Love, a documentary about the man who blinded his girlfriend (he was married a serial philanderer fully taking advantage of his status as an attorney) by throwing acid in her face, marrying her some 20 years later and later getting busted for being up to his same tricks (threatening, stalker and abusing another girlfriend).
It really made me feel bad.
It reminded me of my uncle telling my cousin to just accept the fact that her husband is cheating on her because it's just a fact of life that she should accept and move on.
This is a theme.
See, Burt Pugach was married and boning everything in sight. The minute he realized he could not have the one girlfriend that he was obsessed with her threw lye in her face- he made her what she was; a lonely women with a bleak future and terrible disfigurement. He made her that way and because of those things (she had been rejected by men she'd gotten serious with because of her disfigurement and knew the rest of her life would be bleak, she could not work, she had no one) she married him when he asked.
And in this way he got his way. No one else wanted her and a girl who once had the power to do anything was ripe for the picking.
I highly recommend the film. Wiki it, google it. It's awesome. And crazy. Sort of an allusion.
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