I made all the mistakes so you don't have to. Of the 31 Flavors of Love, I am a sad, tasteless vanilla. But I have had a lot of relationships, lived a lot of years, and have observed, with a compassionate and unjaundiced eye, the foibles of myself and others. I do have some wisdom to share.
"Learn how to read the road signs" -- I'm not sure that is exactly the nature of my failing. I can read them just fine, I just can't believe them. I chalk it up to a toxic degree of loyalty, but I may be flattering myself. But by the time I have to walk out the door (and it has usually, but not always, been me) it is only because the accumulation of emotional wreckage is so great that even I am no longer able to deny it.
I’m not certain what flavor I am, but after two broken marriages and a shit-ton of failed relationships, it finally dawned on me that THEY weren’t the “problem.” Once I did the work to “fix” what needed to be fixed, I learned that I was lovable and worthy of love. What a novel concept, eh?? I’m with someone who loves me for who I am...because I (most of the time) love me for who I am. Simple...and yet not so simple.
Love.
Uncomfortable.
Unconditional...after I forgave.
I hate love at times.
I continue to reconcile with what my therapist schooled me on.
I still have tremors and screams that ...are....just there.
"Learn how to read the road signs" -- I'm not sure that is exactly the nature of my failing. I can read them just fine, I just can't believe them. I chalk it up to a toxic degree of loyalty, but I may be flattering myself. But by the time I have to walk out the door (and it has usually, but not always, been me) it is only because the accumulation of emotional wreckage is so great that even I am no longer able to deny it.
I’m not certain what flavor I am, but after two broken marriages and a shit-ton of failed relationships, it finally dawned on me that THEY weren’t the “problem.” Once I did the work to “fix” what needed to be fixed, I learned that I was lovable and worthy of love. What a novel concept, eh?? I’m with someone who loves me for who I am...because I (most of the time) love me for who I am. Simple...and yet not so simple.