Control is a form of fear.

Control isn't about force, it's about the fear of loss. A man watches, demands, checks—but all of this isn't about confidence, it's about inner panic. The fear of being replaced, deceived, forgotten. Control is an attempt to hide vulnerability. But the paradox is that the harder you try to hold on, the faster everything slips away. A woman senses when she's not being freely chosen, but rather being held on a leash. And then she leaves—not because she wants to, but because she can't breathe.