It wasn't enough to leave him. It wasn't enough to empty the bank account. It wasn't enough to cut him with words. She wanted to destroy him utterly, mind body and soul. So she took the only thing that mattered to him. She had not the motherly instinct to love or nurture. The baby had been an accident. When her daughter had arrived three years ago she had felt no bond and so her Daddy had become her north, south, east and west. They were a team. He showered her with affection and wrapped her in a bear hugs at every opportunity. That love had been stolen, it did not belong to the child, it was hers. She rubbed onion into her eyes and went to the police station with tales of abuse enough to induce nausea. The restraining order was immediate and an investigation launched. He arrived home to find the locks changed and a suitcase on the porch.

By mickyswanson, October 30, 2014.

To love is to destroy. And to be the one loved is to be the one destroyed.

By anastasia_star, May 26, 2014.

Found in The Mortal Instruments , authored by Cassandra Clare.