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And there begins Sam's relationship with Amelia where he will suddenly and randomly have to take off and go hunt down a lead about Kevin and when it fails, he comes back feeling crushed and somehow Amelia and Louis keep helping him feel a little joy and a little relief and because she's lost too, she doesn't mind the chaos and actually gets the same feelings of joy and relief to be the stable home some hard working traumatized guy can keep returning to like she had wanted to be for her husband. Until her husband and Dean return, and it falls apart but they thank each other for being there while they were and in his return, Dean still feels hurt and abandoned but less so knowing that Sam stayed busy looking for Kevin because yeah, that's the thing he should do and yeah he couldn't have known where Dean was, and so when Sam apologizes to Dean for not looking for him, it's not because Dean is on his case about it, it's because he can see that Dean feels hurt by it but is holding back those feelings because he doesn't feel like it's okay to feel them and Sam's like, "Dean, I really am sorry I didn't look for you. I felt so lost and I just wanted to make something right and the only thing I thought I could fix was getting Kevin back and turns out I couldn't even do that" and Dean says "it's okay Sammy," and Sam says, "I don't know if it is but I hope it will be. I hope we will be" and Dean looks away and one tear cries and says "Yeah, we will be" because even though he has lost his hope and his faith and he's furious with everything, after all that they've both been thru, he can't stand to deny his brother what he needs to hear.

WRONG.

These lines may make people who have already left or decided to leave feel better, because the Abuser was Just Bad and so it doesn't matter that the victim hurt them by leaving. But it makes it so much harder to get to the point of deciding to leave. If you can tell the other person isn't fully conscious of what they're doing all the time? If you can tell that part of how they're reacting stems from their trauma? Well, they must not be a Real Abuser, and you ought to suck it up and take it because they're Actually Traumatized and Need You.

Of course, if what helps you get away is seeing your abuser as evil and thinking of them as a Bad Person, then please do that and save yourself because if you are a victim of abuse trying to get free of it, you don't owe your abuser any kindness or tenderness or empathy. Get pissed and get out, PLEASE. Cause please believe, if my friend came to me and told me her ex was the devil and she never wanted to speak to him again, I wouldn't say A WORD to the contrary. I'd put on Goodbye Earl and take her out for tacos and tequila shots.

Most characters in mythologies are personifications of concepts, or embody some natural phenomenon - like the story of Hades and Persephone is there to explain why the seasons change, Persephone being spring, Demeter - summer, and the absence of them both resulting in death (Hade's domain) and winter, and so we can't have Persephone stay in underworld all year round or have Demeter steal her back to earth permanently, otherwise they myth would lose its core function.

Interpreting the myth without the lense of the natural phenomena that it explains would make it lose an integral part of itself, and therefore make the plot and characters seem strange or unnatural. Why does Demeter hate Hades so much, seeing how so many mothers are okay with Zeus doing atrocious things to their offspring just because he's Zeus? Does Persephone actually want to stay or not? What's with the bizarre arrangement?

Most modern interpretations strip myths of their natural contexts, making them character-driven instead of phenomena-driven, which just makes them land differently - they can still be fine stories, just not myths, not is the traditional sense.

And now we get to this beauty. This is absolutely a myth, the most classical kind. The relationship between characters, who are personifications of objects, phenomena or concepts (in this case, online platforms) used as an intuitively understood metaphor for an event (the demise of Twitter and the Tumblr userbase being unwilling to accept Twitter's userbase).

The modern myth that is The Divorce of Tumblr and Twitter carries the themes of regression, corruption and downfall. Some of Twitter userbase used to be part of Tumblr userbase, but they left and changed (corruption). Now that Twitter is becoming uninhabitable (downfall), people are trying to return to Tumblr (regression, possible downfall of Tumblr), and to keep them off Tumblr is returning to its old cringe self (regression).

There once lived a young man, handsome as daylight, bright and strong. He was known as Twitter, beloved by the people, a favorite of the gods. His chosen companion, Tumblr, was not dear to the people or the gods. He, a traveling storyteller, preferred solitude. His tales were strange and often unpleasant to the ears, but enchanting in their vulgarity. 

One day, Tumblr's patron goddess, Yahoo, enraged by his vulgar words, put a curse on him. He was not to utter vulgarities, speak of the pleasures of the flesh. His stories of lycanthrope companions were lost to the sands of time, and with them, his last listeners turned away from him. 

Twitter watched others laugh at his beloved, turn him away from their doors, and a dark thought settled over him. He was perfect in every way, his only fault was the affiliation with the cursed taleweaver. And so, little by little, they drifted apart. 

In his travels, Tumblr stumbled into the temple of Apollo, who bestowed upon him the gift of prophecy. He made acquaintance with the trifecta of wise temple maidens who induced visions through hallucinogenic incense. His stories changed, still bizarre and often vulgar, but at times full of wonder and truth. 

At that time, Twitter enjoyed all the luxuries of the mortal world. He was the companion of kings, wealthy merchants, legendary heroes, wise philosophers. 

One day, a man richer than rich, richer than the God of wealth, went to the senate of directors and asked to buy the most precious thing in the entire polis. 

The senate thought long and hard, and said: "do you wish for our finest singer, the most sweet-voiced of the land, Spotifia? I am afraid I cannot part with her. "

"No, " said the rich man, his voice cold and harsh, "I said I have come to buy your most precious thing."

"Have you come for our gambler, the chosen of the god of luck, MAXimil? They earn us more riches than you can offer. I shall not part with them. "

"No," the rich man repeated, "I have come to buy your most precious thing. I have come for Twitter."

The senators laughed, then, for they knew this must be a joke. Twitter was too beloved by the gods to be owned as a servant. But the rich man did not smile. He offered money, then more and more still. As the goddess of hubris clouded his mind, he offered more money than he could afford to spend, more than the senate could afford to refuse, for it was enough gold to form armies five times the size of their polis. 

And so Twitter, the proud Twitter, the untouchable Twitter who laughed at kings and scholars alike, became a servant. 

As he was put onto a gilded ship to be sailed off to the rich man's land, he prayed to the gods that granted him beauty and strength and a sharp tongue, but none answered. His cruelty and vanity made them turn away, and he was too full of his power to notice. 

Finally, the young man remembered one more name. He called for Tumblr, his forgotten companion. 

First time he called, the birds took off and flew in all directions. Second time he called, the animals fled in fear. Gathering all the strength he had, he called a third time.

His call shook the earth and the skies, and in an instant, Apollo's taleweaver stood on the shore. 

Twitter cried in relief. "My love!" he called, "save me! Save me, and I shall be yours for the eternity to come. I shall bask you in glory and riches. I shall make the people love you."

Tumblr looked at the rich old man, at the gilded ship, gilded chains, at the other slaves that were meant to please the rich man during his trip, dressed in the finest clothes fit for kings and immortals.