Love Letters to a Healing Heart
"Be not the slave of your own past – plunge into the sublime seas, dive deep and swim far, so you shall come back with self-respect, with new power, with an advanced experience, that shall explain and overlook the old." – Ralph Waldo Emerson
Regardless of how you experience the intention and impact of infidelity, we all are manipulated by the stories, expectations, promises, ideals, traumas, and fears we bring to the experience. We are the fictional Everyman seeking to protect the imagined safety of the stories, even as the stories eat up our lives.
We don't see the world as it is, we see it as we are― Anaïs Nin There isn't much to add at this point. I did what I did. Beatrix did what she did. Painter did what she did. Pretty monkeys are gonna fly. We each have our own reasons, stories, and imaginings about the others'... Continue Reading →
I was never confused about Painter’s decision to end the relationship. Although I was hurt and sad, I was never confused. I understood.
Painter is unsafe and dangerous for me because I struggle to see her for what she does. I sometimes forget how skillful -- and willing -- she is at getting other people to carry her water.
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.
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