'She doesn't enjoy this. She's doing it for me,' James kept repeating those words in his mind. Somehow, he preferred the guilt and gratitude he felt whenever she said she didn't like it, because it proved she was doing it for him. Her son, whom she loves enough to do things she doesn't like all for him. He knows he's being selfish but it's easier to live with than the small tidbits of uncertainty and despair seeing her degrade herself so happily in front of the person he hates and fears the most in the world. It gave him a peace of mind to imagine that deep inside, she hated...