Funny how by the time a relationship hits
that point where someone moves out, most women are already way past
done. And yet, after all those years invested, there are still doubts
to be looked at, still tears to be shed, still some residual power he
holds.
I know Elenor Roosevelt said thtat no one can have power
over you unless you give it to them, but How!! how do I take back the
power?
I like to believe that every step I take since his
decision, that every victory, every peaceful moment is my taking power
back. I have to trust that eventually this pain, this self doubt will
fade.
But it hardly seems fair. i never talked to other men. I
did not give up on him ever. I didn't believe in castles and princesses
or heros with dragon slaying swords before him. HE is the one that
made me believe.
And then.
He not only took it away, but
gave me every damn thing he ridiculed from my past. I have never been
so let down in my 40 years on this planet, and I am not a stranger to
pepole making piss poor choices, myself included.
I poor over
my diaries, letters we exchanged, replay every discussion and I just
don't understand what I did to deserve this. What is it about me that
brings out the rage in men? The misogynistic attitude they all seem to
bring to me, AFTER rebuilding me just enough to believe is beyond my
comprehension...
So many things in hindsight were huge warning
signs. But really, why is it tha ti need to be spending every romantic
moment on hyper alert? REally?? He took eight years of my life,
demanding more and more and giving less and less and yet I am being cast
as the evil villain.
I want my power back!
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