I watch Gone Girl, I listen to the audio book, and a part of me finds comfort in it. It sounds insane, and I don’t blame you for thinking it is.
As a survivor of domestic violence, that part of me that is scarred and will always be scarred, takes pleasure in it.
Not that I would do anything like Amy Dunne did, of course. I may have a sadistic streak, but I’m not psychotic.
It’s the torture that I crave when watch Ben Affleck, it’s the torture I listen to from Nick’s part of the audio book.
I know this has been said from a lot of women about this book, this movie: the girl got her revenge, she got away with it, the villain was a girl and she got away with it. As a survivor it is fucking delicious.
Amy was a villain, but I think I could give her a run for her money. There were times when I felt inspired by the Saw movies when it came to my ex. I could make Amy look like Sally Field. When Midsommar, the ultimate break-up movie, was a fucking walk in the park compared to my day dreams.
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