In my “n” number of lives that i’ve ever lived, I had been a dirty slave of this and had made many of my partners slaves of mine. I cursed them and they cursed me. For how many more lives, will I load the people around me with loads of my expectations upon them. “The sweet thing about expectations is- They are served in a beautiful glazed red colored robe of false-love”; which turns into attachment and then drags me deeper into the lower levels of hell.