Nothing I do or say will create a sense of safety for people avoiding their own traumas. I cannot love someone enough to heal the wounds they are trying to avoid.
There are moments I'm often confused and bored by the stability in my relationship with Chef. I mean, if I'm not responsible for constantly attending to her ego and entitlement while driving connection, what am I suppose to do with all my free time?
How we got here doesn't have to define where we go. Living that truth is all that is required to break the patterns.
As much as I practice suiting up and showing up there is still a melancholy that follows me like dirt off Charles Schulz’s Pigpen.