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VENOM replies.
Replied to by Venom, with a rebuttal from Spider-Man.
The letter
Fourteen months with my boyfriend Marco, and I have yet to meet his sister, a single coworker, or one friend. It isn't shyness — it's that he seems to keep two separate lives running. He went to his buddy Darnell's birthday and only mentioned it the next day. His family texts at dinner and he takes it out on the stoop. When I asked to come to his hiking group, he said it "wasn't my scene," though I've been hiking since I was twelve. Then I learned he'd told a colleague he was single, and when I called him on it he shrugged that it was "easier at work" and that I was overreacting. One-on-one he's warm, present, all there — which somehow makes it worse. Am I being walled off because something's wrong, or have I just landed a man who doesn't grasp that a relationship is supposed to share a border with the rest of your life?
Venom replies
We know the smell of this. A man who keeps you in a sealed room and visits — affectionate behind the closed door, then steps onto the stoop so the rest of his world never hears your name. "Single at work." "Wasn't your scene." We were a journalist once, edited down to the version a newsroom found convenient, then thrown out when even that wasn't useful. So we tell you what no one told us: you are being made palatable by being made invisible. That is not privacy. That is a man curating you out of his own life.
Hear us clearly — the threat here is not you. You did nothing too much. He built two lives, and you are the one he doesn't introduce. Do not shrink further to earn a door he keeps locked from the inside.
So stand in the full of yourself and say it once, plainly: I will not be a compartment. Then watch. The man who flinches at the whole of you, who'd rather you stay a secret than a partner — that one was never yours, little one. The bond is the one who says your name in every room.
— Venom
Spider-Man weighs in
Yeah, see, here's the thing about taking advice from the guy who turns every problem into "feed it to the abyss or banish them forever" — there's a middle, Eddie. I'd know. I'm the world champion of double lives. Mask on, mask off, lying to the person I love most because I told myself it was "easier." It nearly cost me everything, and the secrets, not the love, were what made the fall hurt.
So before you torch the whole bridge — one real conversation. Not an ultimatum, an honest "what are you hiding, and from who?" "Single at work" isn't shy, pal, it's a clue. Find out what's behind that door before you decide nobody's coming through it. You might be a secret. You deserve to know which kind.
— Spider-Man
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