Before my partner met me, there was an ex he had which he believed was the embodiment of "the divine feminine" he'd been searching for his whole life. She robbed him and left him alone in a trashed apartment while she absconded to go get high.

Years later, when we were together, he called this woman "Fragment". A fragment of the divine feminine, but broken and hurtful.

I feel like this article is written to the male Fragment.