/lit/ - Literature

>be 18 year old pseud
>gf gives me a copy of Lolita for my birthday
>I'm blown away by its intricate prose and twisted narrative
>rave about what a masterfully constructed character Humbert is for weeks on end
>'isn't it impressive how Nabokov, to some extent, manages to make us care for and, indeed, even sympathize with a man of such loathsome inclinations?'
>she doesn't engage, gets this weird look on her face whenever I bring it up
>one day she starts to sob during sex
>worriedly ask her what's the matter
>pandoras_box.exe
>find out that she has been molested by her father during her whole upbringing
>the book was meant to ease me into her world, to help her explain the apprehensions she felt about certain men and the wicked rationalizations they use to justify hurting others
>she had trusted me to see beyond the veneer of Humbert's enticing verbal virtuosity and not be seduced by it
>under the weight of this realization, I crumble
>I am become Humbert within my own mind with no means to overcome him except the autocastration brought on by my awareness of this very fact
>our sexual encounters turn into a nightmarish corruption of what innocent, youthful lust is supposed to be
>can't come to terms with my fractured sexuality which eventually leads to our break-up
>haven't been able to establish a relationship with a woman ever since
How did pseudery ruin your life?