Ah yes, another warm, fuzzy love story from Adrian Gabriel Dumitru — The Abuser Is Always the Victim. Because nothing says “self-care” like realizing you’ve been playing both roles in the same emotional circus. The title itself deserves an award for honesty. It’s the literary equivalent of someone patting you on the back while whispering, “By the way, you’re toxic too.”
This book doesn’t flirt with you; it interrogates you under a flickering light. Dumitru dissects relationships like a crime scene technician — no heart-shaped metaphors, just blood-stained truths about power, guilt, and control. He suggests that behind every abuser hides a broken victim, and behind every victim, a shadow of cruelty. Romantic, right? It’s love stripped of perfume and sentiment, left to rot beautifully under fluorescent honesty.
Dumitru writes as if therapy refused to return his calls. His prose bleeds self-awareness and exhaustion. You can almost hear the sigh between the sentences — the kind that says, “I’ve seen too much, but fine, let’s talk about love again.” He paints emotion as a loop of confession and blame, each side rehearsing their trauma like actors who forgot the original script. The tone wavers between poetic despair and elegant bitterness, as if heartbreak were an art form that demands applause.
Every page hums with discomfort. You start reading to understand “the abuser,” and end up recognizing yourself in every paragraph — inconvenient, isn’t it? Dumitru doesn’t offer redemption; he offers recognition, that nauseating moment when you admit you’ve hurt people while crying about being hurt. He laughs at your moral high ground and kindly pushes you off it.
It’s not a love story. It’s an emotional autopsy written by someone who knows love is just a socially acceptable form of madness. You won’t find happy endings here — only mirrors. And the worst part? You’ll thank him for it.
Because in Dumitru’s twisted honesty lies the cruelest comfort: everyone’s a victim, everyone’s an abuser, and pretending otherwise is the biggest abuse of all. So smile, close the book, and whisper to yourself, “Maybe I needed that.”
Apple Books
https://books.apple.com/mx/book/the-nonsense-seen-as-normality/id6752846573
