It is so much easier to stay where we are comfortable even if that place is one of tremendous pain, of sadness. It isn't so much that such a place is addicting, it's just that we know it so well. This and fear kept me in my place of sadness, actually, my place of misery for a long time. Maybe I sound like a broken record, sometimes, but, when I took a risk, just a tiny, tiny one to step out of my hell, it was the beginning of the end of my abusers death-lock grip. Take that tiny risk.
I think one of the saddest things is when two people really get to know each other: their secrets, their fears, their favorite things, what they love, what they hate, literally everything, and then they go back to being strangers. It's like you have to walk past them and pretend like you never knew them, never even talked to them before, when really, you know everything about them.