This morning I awoke aggravated. The night sheet was deftly wrapped around my throat. My bare body was chilled. I felt smothered in bad sleep. I awoke believing I was now restricted, as if I had complied with a coercion; that I had apologized appropriately but in disregard for my own voice. I believed that between us there had been enforcement rather than progress. For the first time I felt a conflict of interest in our mutual consent to understanding more about the other. I concede to self quickly that I don’t play “Uncle” worth a damn; that I try to die before I fold. For as long as I can pull from memory, maintaining control at all costs has been a sustaining, driving force. I know the appliqués glued to my persona: die-hard compartmentalist, control-freak, non-conformist, terminator, tumbleweed, flamethrower, classic, classic case.
If you only knew the truth. What is it in me that causes me jump out an emotional window when I get any inkling that the person in my life is trying to offer stability, comfort and support? Why is it that if I perceive that an ultimatum has been cast, the universe experiences a shift and life as I know it forever changes, again?
Recently a friend wrote in an e-mail, "Once every decade or so, I see a break in your exterior. When that happens, it's a remarkable transition"
Why do I think I have to always be so damn strong?
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If you are like me, most acquaintances think that I am laid-back and easy going, but I keep so much inside and fear losing control at all times - even after being married for almost 9 years!
From one control freak to another - I hear you!! great writing, compelling, honest, insightful, vulnerable. thanks
I read you regularly. One of my favorites was when you described the light on in your backyard. Glad you came by!
Very well written and as usual, so unashamedly honest. Thanks.
Do you suppose it is that Grandmother Panther I told you about? Thanks for the introduction to your wife. I am humbled.
This is such an honest post, as you speak of feeling cold and smothered and restricted, nothing really resolved past the surface.
Well-written! (and now I have that "puke in my mouth" song stuck in my head...)
Kisses.
Marcela, I can't wait to read your post on this.
And Theo, While I opt out of pmmm-ing ,believe me, I always know if you've passed by.
O wish I knew. what do you think it is that does it? fear - but of what exactly? why does trust fail?
I am not smart enough to have the answers. I hope you can manage this - I have faith you will.
Really great writing. Actually if she had written this.......
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You sound skeeved, and that's something I have no help for. I'm still dealing with 15 year old skeeve let alone the everyday pile-up. I've tried embracing the skeeve, but to go that far feels like giving up, turning into "the other" someone "a little bit different." Often, just being a woman, trying to embrace the skeeve makes me feel like a sucker. If I ever find some skeeve-away, skeevicide, or skeevadol I'll send some your way.
Love what you did with skeeve. Had to spend time on Urban:http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=skeeve
Yeah!
JW - Make me sad, those missed opportunities to make it right.
This: "I believed that between us there had been enforcement rather than progress. " worth the cost of a whole Omega weekend retreat, viz worldly wisdom. Impressive how you put so much self-examination in this, without maudlin agonistes.
And it is one of the Main Things: what is the proper balance of suffering no fools vs improving the world's quotient of lovingkindness.
and this: "that I try to die before I fold". lovely, that.
i have concluded that letting others "win" is the price iof being fully human. very unsatisfying at times. well most of the time. But there's a deeper satisfaction, a better win that is often no win at all. Just another less-hateful day.
and LOVE that last vid. he he.