How did I know you would end up giving me advice on the last post and not include some of your own relationship dilemmas?! This aint "Dear Abby" or "Dear Simplicity" I should say! That's the only problem I have with our postings: there's no ebb and flow- no back and forth. Its serve, then volley, then game over.
Well dear as much as I appreciate the advice I would also like to hear about your relationships. With men with friends, family with abstract things like writing and so forth. But before we get to that I must admit you made some valuable points and assessments. I never fully get over and past love. I get passed it and move on but part of my heart will forever be on that plane where our love existed. Part of the decision to cut off the two women would be me making a conscious effort to say I don't care what they think- although I do care how they feel- this decision was made for me and others and not the 2 ex loves. I can only hope that they'd understand my position and subsequent decision. I've actually began working on righting my relationships but I will always feel God made me a little different emotionally. I will always be void of truly fulfilling and balanced human contact- I am an island...I am legend. Ok just kidding had to do a quick theater monologue for comedic relief! But Simplicity to keep that writing momentum you have going tell me a bit about the relationships in your life.
Simplicity:
Honestly... the relationships in my life..... are insignificant to my current state of being, they do not coexist with one another.
My family, like many other's is dysfunctional. Am I concerned with the dwindling relationships between my siblings and I? Or the lack of conversation between my father and I? Or are the more stressed and bitter words that leave my mother's mouth painstaking and unbearable? The answer to any of these questions can't be determined until I figure out my relationship with myself.
I have the tendency to define myself through experiences I've had, mistakes I've made, choices I've made, values I hold and more often that not what I do.
But, yet something continues to feel like it's missing and I'm coming to the conclusion that it might possibly be an unquestionable, irreversible flaw within myself.
My independent attitude and stubborn, strong personality don't allow me to take sh*t from anyone and this can deem me unapproachable in the eyes of some beholders or in the eyes of others; absolutely admirable.
My unpredictability in never sticking with the norm and doing the complete opposite of what others may expect of me leaves others intrigued yet at the end of the night... while I embrace all of my flaws and traits as the sole foundation of me, I'm not 100% happy with me. That's the one relationship I'm concerned with. I know you say this is supposed to be thought provoking and spark conversations etc, and that we should avoid resorting back to our own personal situations, but truthfully the reason I'm so conflicted within myself is this:
I found myself along the way attempting to be someone I'm not for the sake of others, and I hated that me... then I met you and I found myself as comfortable with the me that always felt a need to change. I felt myself being loved by someone who accepted me without needing me to be someone else. I felt myself growing and becoming more understanding of people, and the differences and similarities between men and women. Therefore the separation within our relationship has left me torn between a realm of remembering the ease in which I was able to coexist with you vs. the pain of hiding the real me for someone else's satisfaction.
As for relationships with men, I hate to say it but there are none if there's nothing with you I've lost all interested in carrying out relationships/friendships that mean much of anything to me with other men... a little birdie once told me that men and women can't be good friends without alterior motives and I guess in a lot of cases I started to see that is true.. (still a few exceptions but who knows when that will take a turn for a worse).
p.s. I've even lost a few friends because of my opinions that I guess were too much for them to handle and maintaining my own self dignity with respect to, let's say, being viewed as a sex symbol and not a substantial young woman....
I suppose the truth is ugly and I'm dishing it out in every waking moment without a care in the world for how others might receive it.
My family, like many other's is dysfunctional. Am I concerned with the dwindling relationships between my siblings and I? Or the lack of conversation between my father and I? Or are the more stressed and bitter words that leave my mother's mouth painstaking and unbearable? The answer to any of these questions can't be determined until I figure out my relationship with myself.
I have the tendency to define myself through experiences I've had, mistakes I've made, choices I've made, values I hold and more often that not what I do.
But, yet something continues to feel like it's missing and I'm coming to the conclusion that it might possibly be an unquestionable, irreversible flaw within myself.
My independent attitude and stubborn, strong personality don't allow me to take sh*t from anyone and this can deem me unapproachable in the eyes of some beholders or in the eyes of others; absolutely admirable.
My unpredictability in never sticking with the norm and doing the complete opposite of what others may expect of me leaves others intrigued yet at the end of the night... while I embrace all of my flaws and traits as the sole foundation of me, I'm not 100% happy with me. That's the one relationship I'm concerned with. I know you say this is supposed to be thought provoking and spark conversations etc, and that we should avoid resorting back to our own personal situations, but truthfully the reason I'm so conflicted within myself is this:
I found myself along the way attempting to be someone I'm not for the sake of others, and I hated that me... then I met you and I found myself as comfortable with the me that always felt a need to change. I felt myself being loved by someone who accepted me without needing me to be someone else. I felt myself growing and becoming more understanding of people, and the differences and similarities between men and women. Therefore the separation within our relationship has left me torn between a realm of remembering the ease in which I was able to coexist with you vs. the pain of hiding the real me for someone else's satisfaction.
As for relationships with men, I hate to say it but there are none if there's nothing with you I've lost all interested in carrying out relationships/friendships that mean much of anything to me with other men... a little birdie once told me that men and women can't be good friends without alterior motives and I guess in a lot of cases I started to see that is true.. (still a few exceptions but who knows when that will take a turn for a worse).
p.s. I've even lost a few friends because of my opinions that I guess were too much for them to handle and maintaining my own self dignity with respect to, let's say, being viewed as a sex symbol and not a substantial young woman....
I suppose the truth is ugly and I'm dishing it out in every waking moment without a care in the world for how others might receive it.