Man, me too. I can get turned on by rape and abuse stories, but when they end with cuddly wuddly fluffikins between the characters I explode with angriness.

Imagine if you had a really great slasher flick where a scary dude is trying to attack someone. Yeah! That's awesome! But then by the end of the movie the attacker and the victim are sitting together sharing their feelings over tea. Wouldn't you want to know what was wrong with the writer in their head?