Well, at least I have something interesting to discuss in therapy this week. I’m making the Good Doctor earn every penny.
Three years and still no adulting, just more hiding behind anger, ghost stories, and entitlement. Which ironically contributed to the lack of safety in the relationship. If I thought you’d disappear when it was hard why would I talk about the hard things?
I’m responsible for failing to do it anyway.
It is so freeing to be in a relationship with someone that seeks to understand themselves and act accordingly. Someone that rejects the victim narrative instead of playing it for appearances and power. Someone that is willing to be honest and say, “Your actions left me feeling hurt and feeling angry. Let’s talk about and see how we can use this to deepen our intimacy.”
It is also nice to be in a relationship where I can go to my partner and say, “I’m feeling hurt and I trust you enough to talk about this,” and she doesn’t run off and furiously text strangers.
We practice a generous acceptance of each other’s faults.
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