Because I Can!

It's inevitable, isn't it?  Social networking is like trying to have a picnic beneath a buzzing hornets nest.  We know the situation is precarious, especially when so many have now succumbed to chronic butt-hurt, and yet we persevere, post to our little heart's content, and laugh at the wrath some things inspire from unstable people.  We try to understand, and some will try to edit what they post in order to 'keep down the drama.'  Thing is, the drama is on their side, not ours.  I mean, getting bent out of shape over what someone posts is a lot like being offended by the furniture in your neighbor's house... and saying so.  It's rude, and it's inappropriate.

So why do people do it if it's just going to stir up trouble?  Well, the answer to the question is in the question itself.  Some people are addicted to drama, and you can spot them readily because they'll be the ones complaining constantly, and in their passive/aggressive manner, about everyone else's "drama."  I know you guys have seen this.

I'm always a little amazed, watching them melt-down, lose control, judge others for speaking their minds, all the while trying desperately trying to blur the line between 'victim' and 'bully.'  Know the type I'm talking about?  These are the people who will call you an idiot while claiming they're above such behavior.

It's perplexing.

Here's the thing: Social networking doesn't come with a carte blanche card to attack other people's views, etc.  You have a choice to keep going if you see a post you don't like, and most stable, intelligent people will do just that.  And yes, there are exceptions, such as someone outright attacking, bullying, posting personal or sensitive information about you, etc.  I mean, by all means.. call them out on it if they do that, and be sure to block their sorry asses when you're done.  Nobody likes a bully.

Now, you also have to practice what you preach.  I choose not to comment if I don't like something, and I refrain when possible the urge to behave in passive/aggressive ways.

I personally don't believe we should censor our speech just to make other people more comfortable.  DO know that I'm NOT including bullying in this, because that will NEVER be okay.  Not ever.  But outside of bullying, we can say what we want, given it's within keeping with said SN TOS.

My personal experience in this current political climate has been that the chronically butt-hurt come out in force when I post something that isn't in keeping with their own views.  One person in particular has taken to some very nasty commenting on posts he doesn't agree with, and often it's simply posts in support of who my chosen presidential candidate is.  Now why would anyone have to vomit nastiness on a positive post?  Who knows?  Who cares?  My posts on my page aren't open to bullying and nastiness.  I will either delete your posts or block you.  Enough is enough.  For the record, I've not yet blocked this other person, but that could change quickly after today's nastiness.

When has free speech turned into 'free to bully'?  I don't have the answer to this question either, but maybe it's more a rhetorical reference than anything else.  Either way, some people really don't understand how stubborn I can be when it comes to another trying to control what I do, how I think, how I feel, and so on.  Yeah, I can assure you.. you really don't want to poke the bear like that.

Bullying doesn't work on me, and you'll find quite the opposite response than what you hope for.  But then, I think these types of drama queens actually WANT the drama, which is why they spend SO much time tossing insults.  Why else would they do it if that's the only payoff?

So today this person went on a rant, tossing in character assassination remarks and such, and quite a few at that.  But the main complaint is that he didn't want to see political posts and actually stated that if you're posting more than 2-3 per day that your friends are "Fucking sick of you."  Well, what he thinks was a clever cut down and shaming tactic I see only as a challenge, and one I accepted right off.  Today is going to be a day when the political posts will continue.. all.. day.. long.

I don't give in to bullies, who are really just cowards anyway.  My page, my posts, and anyone who doesn't like it can click the 'unfollow' or 'unfriend' button!  You can't bully me.  You can't censor me.  And you can't control me.

Challenge me, and you may be surprised at my response.  And remember, you can't un-ring that bell.

I also practice what I preach: if I see a post I don't like... I move on.  Having the restraint to NOT react is empowering, because when you do as that other person did today you show weakness, an inability to control your own emotions and behavior.  Why would anyone willingly do that?  There are venues outside of social media to air your grievances if needed.  Hell, I have blogs where I can speak my mind and get things off my chest WITHOUT drawing attention to the person I may be talking about.  Having been at the receiving end of abuse and character assassination I choose to refrain from going down that road if possible.  But I assure you, I'm NOT afraid to stand up for myself; that's a completely different thing altogether anyway.

As they say... haters gonna hate. ;p

Gas lighting

NOTE:  I will occasionally state a reminder that when I'm referring to narcissists I will usually use the words "he" or "him" etc., because that's my experience.  Unless I'm referring to my mom, of course.  But do know that I know and understand that narcissists can be either male or female.  My stating things in terms of 'he' is only speaking to my own personal experience.

Funny thing about the parallels of abuse in life.  Right now we have a tightly-wound political climate in which history, though a dark version of itself, is being made by the worst president to have ever held office in US history.

What is Gaslighting?  Well, first of all, let me say first the term comes from an old b/w movie starring Charles Boyer and Ingrid Bergman... where she ( was being systematically driven crazy, or made to think she was, by her controlling conman of a husband.  Oh, but it goes far deeper than that, really.  Far deeper.  It's an insidious tool used by all masters of emotional/verbal abuse.

Gaslighting or gas-lighting is a form of mental abuse in which information is twisted or spun, selectively omitted to favor the abuser, or false information is presented with the intent of making victims doubt their own memory, perception, and sanity.

OMG, but have I experienced this first-hand, and it's THE worst form of emotional abuse someone could endure.  How did I know this tactic was being used on me?  Because I had to seek counseling to recover from a relationship in which gaslighting was routinely used on me.  I had no idea, until it was shown to me by a therapist who immediately recognized what I was describing.  Thank God for her!

All the pieces fit.  I saw everything fall neatly into place as my therapist explained to me what gaslighting is, what it does, and how damaging it is for the receiver.  I was stunned as she spoke, a little numb as I read the handouts she gave me to look over, and more recently... shaken a little as I watched the movie ("Gaslight") where the term actually came from.  OMG, I thought, I'm watching so much right there on the screen.. so much that I actually went through.

But it's really more than that, folks.  You have to be aware of gaslighting and knowing where you are in the narcissistic supply food chain.  Once you recognize you're with a narcissist, you can get to the task of knowing where you stand so you can find your way out.  Remember, you've been conditioned to believe that the narcissist is the only person who will want or have you, that they're a true gift from God himself, and that you are damned lucky to have them.  Don't you believe it!

So many red flags, so little time.  But if you remember that you're solely in that person's life for THEIR benefit, then you will be able to spot the red flags and they reveal themselves.

You're not important to them except as a source of supply.  Your needs don't matter, and anything they do for you isn't for YOU but for their ego.  It's a lot like the farmer feeding the calf to fatten it before slaughter.  Once you're consumed, your emotional remains are no longer necessary, needed, or wanted.  Time for a new calf to fatten.

Over time the joys you find in life become a burden to your narcissist.  Why?  Because it's about YOU.  And trust me, it can NEVER be about YOU.  There is only one center of his universe.... and trust me, babe, it's NOT YOU.  And it never ever will be.

Some of the rules you'll have to follow include being available 24/7 in case your narcissist needs you.  It won't matter if your tired, working, hungry, taking a shower, sleeping, eating, talking to friends or family, or just spending some time for yourself by watching tv.  You BETTER be available or pay the price.  There is ALWAYS a price.

I can't tell you how many times I lost sleep, stayed up until 2am or was woken at 2am when I had to be up at 5am or 6am... just so I wouldn't be stonewalled and ignored for days or weeks by my narcissist who didn't respect me OR my time.  I skipped meals, taking a shower at another time, because the narcissist claimed I was being 'selfish' for doing those things instead of talking to him on the phone.  He also didn't allow me to do anything WHILE talking on the phone, so necessary tasks that needed done either had to be put off so I could sit stock-still in one location so he didn't hear any other sound coming through the phone.. to alert him that I was doing anything more than listening to him.  He claimed that if I were doing anything else while on the phone with him I was being disrespectful and not giving him my full, undivided attention.  Thing is... I would hear CRASH, BOOM, BANG, and the cacophony of explosive sounds of paper rattling as he went through all the things he does while on speakerphone with me.  Double-standard... another narcissist classic maneuver.

Not sleeping, eating, having constant anxiety filling your gut, body full of adrenalin... all these things can kill you.  All of these things WILL wreck your health, and they did wreck mine.

You know you're dealing with a narcissist when your health stops mattering, when you lose sleep and they don't care, when being at their beck and call 24/7 means your life isn't your life any longer. When all of your free, waking time and then some is manipulated and filled to the brim with unrealistic demands, constant criticism, massive episodes of gaslighting.... beware, because you're going to withdraw out of necessity for your health and life and your narcissist, if he hasn't already begun doing so, will be looking for his next source of supply.

More to come...

post-heart cath procedure, and the power of Xanax

All's well with the plumbing.  Electrical was address last year.  As far as other functionality, I still need to address the diastolic dysfunction, and of course... keep an eye on the MVP w/regurgitation, the valve issues, etc.  Just a watch and wait thing. :)

As an aside, I discovered something interesting yesterday that somewhat surprised me.  Xanax rocks.  rofl.  Never had the stuff before, but they give you one w/Benedryl as pre-meds prior to the cath procedure.  That didn't happen the first time I had a cath, so... I had no idea what the big deal was about people liking Xanax.  Basically, for anyone who doesn't know, it breaks your give-a-shitter.  lol ;p  Just useless information I find funny.  I'm actually quite glad they gave me that, because half of the meds they use for conscious sedation is morphine---which I'm allergic to.  And, just like the transjugular liver biopsy I had last week... I was awake!  Ugh.  And DAMN did that lidocaine hurt like a mofo when it was injected in the area surrounding my femoral artery!  GEEZ.  Not a fan of that, btw.

Just saying.

The one drawback, which didn't really surprise me, was T asking if he had to stay there (in the hospital) while I was having the procedure.  *sigh*  smh

Spilling Over

I guess I should remind some of you who may not know, that if something is bothering me particularly.. I will most likely post it in all of my blogs.  The spillover from one to the next is just something that's going to happen.  Most of the time I aim to separate what I'm talking about between each one so that the meaning isn't really lost in context.  Make sense?

My blogs overlap, though they're meant to be focused in one aspect of my life or another...

Boo's Juicy Bits:  The main aim here is health, diet, eating, all the things that support and give us a foundation for a good (or bad) life.  There's so much to this part of health, so there will be at times an overlap as to what's going on the pages.  If life is getting in the way, or helping me on my way, the details will most likely end up there as well.  And don't be surprised if you find sexually-focused chatter on there as well.   The information is all connected in one form or fashion anyway.

Where Fireflies Dream:  Created as a place for whimsical thought and ideas to play, an expression of who I am, how I dream, what I want, and the things that can or do hold me back from my greatest expression of self within my life as it is at any given point.  Again, be aware that at times topics of a sexual nature will most likely appear in posts.  Don't say I didn't warn you. ;)

This Free Spirit:  The newest blog and one I feel is necessary, even critical for me.  It's a place to talk about abuse.  Been there, done that, and still haven't gotten 100% past the damage, to say the least.  My goal with this is sharing in hopes it will help others, but also to have a place to talk/deal with the lasting effects of my experiences.  This one will often have chatter of a sexual nature as well.

All Things Ephemeral:  Originally, this one was created to let it all hang out, a no holds barred kind of place to talk about EVERYTHING in great, bloody detail.  The nature of doing this means that, in the past, I would often delete posts after a day or two, a week, a month, whatever... because it was a bit much to leave just sitting there for the whole world to see.  However, this is changing.

I will be taking that no holds barred approach with posting there soon, as it's one of the greatest barriers I need to cross in order to heal.  Like Pavlov's Dogs I learned through experience that expressing myself openly meant I would pay a price, a high one at that.  But since this is no longer the case I plan on resuming, for personal growth and healing, my once bold approach to using this blog exactly as I intended---a place for me to be free to express myself in any way I see fit!

Onward...!

The Lion is Most Handsome When Looking for Food : Narcissistic Supply and Love-Bombing, the beginning of the end

"Your amazing.  You have such talent.  You're so sexy, so beautiful.  You're a great lover.  You're loving, kind, gentle..."  Narcissists are masters of the illusions of charm, kindness.

Love-Bombing is where the narcissist lays the foundation for you to fall in love with him/her.  But beware---it's a carefully constructed trap in which you will ultimately fall into if you're not very careful.  The narcissist in your life knows where the gaps are in who you are, all the wounds of past and present that leave you vulnerable to them.  They know where they are and what they are, and they WILL use it against you.

We don't fall in love with people who are outwardly hateful, meaning, dehumanizing, or cruel.  If we're empathic, sensitive, we're at risk of making excuses for people who are absolutely all those things.  It's in our very nature to love unconditionally, to forgive fully, to want to nurture and care for someone we love when they're wounded.  But narcissists have an M.O., and one that is about as covert as it gets... in the beginning.  As time passes and the mask begins to slip we see them for who they really are who've they've been since the very beginning.  We miss those tell-tale signs that would have saved us profound grief--if only we had seen them.

Love-Bombing is a term that's used to describe the outpouring of so-called love from the narcissist towards his/her victim in order to draw in, acquire, and emotionally anchor their victim to themselves.  They look and sound like a hero, the person who will love you like no other, and they may even tell you so.  The shower you with love and attention, call you often, send text messages that are sheer poetry.  This is NOT to be confused with "Normal" courting in a relationship, which has a modicum of constraint and ease of pace as the relationship matures and grows.  Love-Bombing is, in fact, like a fast-track with ONE single goal; To get the narcissist to his/her "supply" as quickly as possible.

As for my experience, I was enamored very early on as I found myself in awe of this seemingly kind person who was funny, caring, attentive, charming, and liked by so many.  I mean, how can a person be terrible if they have so many friends?  Wouldn't those people simply exit stage-left if they were subjected to mean, cruel, and hateful behavior?  Well, not so much with a narcissist, because you have to look at how deep and meaningful those relationships are.  When you do look closer at this person's 'harem' of friends, ex's, admirers, you find that the relationships aren't close at all but very superficial.  They don't 'hang out' with these people, don't have any deep, close or meaningful interactions with them, and they may only be 'friends' found through social media.

In the beginning there were kind words, attentiveness, outward gestures of what appeared to be love, kindness, and even respect.  I fell for this time and time again, and probably because of my own wounds from childhood where emotional abandonment, stonewalling, and the use of guilt and shame as punishment from my mother (my dad wasn't around my entire life).  I don't accept blame for what my narcissist did to me, but I do accept having responsibility in it continuing.

The Love-Bombing phase actually didn't last that long for me, and as I look back at the beginning I see that it really began to fade after about 8 weeks.  I was so sucked in by then that I could no longer see anything clearly.   This is one reason why relationships should progress slowly, allowed to mature and grow at a gradual pace.  You can't cram a lifetime into a few weeks, meaning... you can't get to know each other fully in that amount of time.

As the Love-Bombing subsided I found myself being the 'chosen' one to carry the relationship.  During the few short years I was with my narcissist the burden of carrying the entire relationship fell solely on my shoulders, no matter what... I was responsible for everything that DID and DID NOT happen.  It was taxing to both my emotional and physical health, which began to disintegrate long before the relationship did.

Before long, holidays, birthdays, special events, etc. were not something my narcissist wanted to share with me...and of course, true to his narcissistic nature---it was all my fault.  In fact, from the very first holiday we spent together...he made certain to turn the event into a complete nightmare filled with cruelty, hurt, and blame.  And this should really have been a huge red flag for me.  Instead, true to MY nature of being empathic and sensitive, my first knee-jerk reaction was to wonder what "I" had done wrong and what "I" could do to make it better, to fix things.  THIS was the first "feeding" for the narcissist I'd let into my life, and it wouldn't be the last.  He had found a willing victim and was the only one of the two of us who was aware of that fact.

I would come to know my role in things later one, once the relationship ties were severed completely.

This first crucial step (Love-Bombing) appears benign, uplifting, and wonderful on so many levels.  In a normal, well-adjusted relationship these overtures are great and hold real meaning.  But they're also paced, unhurried, and timely... and never are those efforts used against you.  When Love-Bombing happens, the narcissist in your life will keep a running tally of all the 'good things' they've done for you, and keeping score has only one purpose---to use them against you later when you begin to question their obviously abnormal behaviors.

Gas Lighting, which I will discuss in another entry, happens when you begin to become aware of your narcissist's abnormal and abusive behaviors.  He/she will begin one of the most covert attacks on your self-esteem, and your MIND, when you begin to call them out on what they're doing, when you dare  to share your feelings with them about how hurtful their words and behavior are.  Gas Lighting is when the narcissists begins to tell you you're "crazy," when they do things deliberately to confuse you, when they set out to literally make you second guess EVERYTHING.  Few recognize this for what it is when it first begins to happen, and most only discover what's happening in the 'Discard' phase, when the narcissist has emptied you and is now looking for another 'supply.'

There really isn't an easy or quick way to explain the above, and there is still so much I haven't said.  Over time I will reveal more in hopes of helping even ONE person recognize what they're dealing with so they can get the hell out of their toxic relationship before it does too much damage.

I've begun with the beginning, but I will be revisiting Love-Bombing, Gas Lighting, etc. as I go.

In the meantime, if you're dealing with a narcissist, beware of circular logic, as many times this is all he/she is armed with.  The truly damaging ammunition a narcissist has against you are the gaps in your self, in who you are, and these gaps (as mentioned before) are the wounds of your past and their effects.  This is really the only way a narcissist gets in and takes control.  Know your wounds and heal them, and if you're with a narcissist now get help, find a therapist who can help you identify what's making you vulnerable and assist you in completely severing ties with that person in your life.

More to come...

PART 2: Priorities Revealed

Assuming you've read PART 1, I won't rehash the entire experience.  And I've spoken of my disappointment (for lack of a better word) in that T has the worst hierarchy of priorities that I've seen in a few years.  And in light of his absence during yesterday's procedure shows me more than ever where he is, who he is, and what he is.

When I was informed yesterday that the procedure I was having was more serious and carries far more risk than 'just' the biopsy I thought I was having, my radiologist asked me if I had anyone there with me.  The fact that I was alone in the section where I waited to be taken to my procedure didn't deter him from asking, because.. after all... I was the only patient there who didn't have anyone with them.

I told him T had dropped me off and went to work;  and he just looked at me for a moment, sat down, and began telling me (using straight-forward language) how "Tricky" the procedure I was going to have, how serious it was, and about the risks involved.  He said if I wanted to call T and give him an opportunity to come back to the hospital so he could be there as it's being done that they would hold off on performing the procedure until he arrived.  The radiologist left the room, and I called T...

T's reaction?  "Well, they have my contact information so that if anything happens they can call and I will come there."

I sat there for a split-second taking in his response, then was filled with the overwhelming need to hang up the phone, to NOT hear his voice at all.  And while this isn't the first time I've felt this reaction, it was by far the strongest I've felt.  I instantly went into self-preservation mode and wanted him nowhere near me.

The nurses, doctors, and other supportive medical staff were the only ones who made me feel like I wasn't completely alone.  I accepted that for what it was and allowed myself to just focus on what was about to happen and put T far, far out of my mind.  In fact, to be honest, he didn't enter my mind at all until at the end of recovery when I was told I was being released.

What does this mean?  That's not a question I'm asking myself, because I already know the answer.  I've been there, done that in the past with someone not giving a crap about my health, my well-being, and diminishing what I was going through or dealing with.  Has society really become a nation of zombies who have nothing but bricks for hearts?  I'm certainly beginning to think so.

I was supposed to go home and rest, not strain myself, no lifting, not even driving.  But T had other plans, ones that made HIS life ultimately easier.  Because that's what it all boils down to.  The aching in my neck and liver had begun, so I prayed that the medication I was given at the hospital would kick in soon and I at least wouldn't be in pain.

A heart cath is scheduled for the 19th of this month (November), and I was given a lab order to get blood work done prior to that day, as soon as possible.  T decided that since I was "Already out and about" that I should go to the lab to get the blood drawn.  I was painful, loopy, tired, and I wasn't at all up to walking through a parking garage and hospital in order to get blood drawn.  I just wanted to go home and rest.  That's all.  Just go home and rest.  But that wasn't about to happen.  T would have his way, and I would simply have to suck it up and deal with the unpleasantness.

This isn't the first time I've been with someone who lacks compassion, but at least I now know how to deal with it while protecting myself at the same time... thanks to a couple of past relationships.  At least I was smart enough to learn from the experiences, and while those lessons were necessary and taught me much, it doesn't mean I'm not feeling the effects of what's happening.

Deja vu.

I'm still processing everything, having just gone through this yesterday.  I've no real thoughts on the matter other than the obvious that one would expect to have after such.

I'll come to terms with things---perhaps when I feel stronger.

Dust Hymn: As I indulge in the healing power of music...

It's healing in progress, taking an active role in the healing process, feeding the soul.  As I listen, I am taken somewhere else entirely.  This is my life, my dream, and I decide where I am...

Can you hear me?

Extending my trust to you is free only once.  After that, it's up to you to earn it again.

It never ceases to amaze me when T expresses his belief that he should have my trust whether he's broken it or not.  Disrespecting me doesn't make me trust you; In fact, the opposite is true.  Break my trust and it's no longer MY job to extend it to you again.  Yes..you absolutely have to earn it again.  Or not.  It's entirely up to you.  My part is done.

Trusting someone is more than just about not cheating in a relationship or choosing to NOT lie.  It's much more than that.  When someone mistreats you the trust leaves just as easily and abruptly as if your bf/gf/wife/husband had cheated.

If you play games with my trust--you WILL lose my trust.  Those in my past who have toyed with my trust, my feelings... lost my trust and did so quickly.  I won't be toyed with again, and I also will no longer waste any precious time or energy on worrying, hoping, or even working to regain that sense of trust of that person.  I've spent far too much energy in the past trying to find the why's and wherefores in the wake of someone doing something absolutely childish and stupid, something that hurt me deeply and destroyed my trust in them.  Life is just too damn short for that.

Guys, I will tell you this: If you're toying with a woman's feelings, her self-esteem, trying to get a rise out of her at the expense of her self-esteem, trying to make her jealous... you WILL lose in the end.  I guarantee it.  Either your life will be made miserable as you find yourself in the garden of decay that was once your relationship, or you will find yourself alone.  So it's best you know what outcome you're expecting, what you're expecting to gain by such behaviors.. before you embark on a journey you may not be able to come back from.

The other way to lose trust is by being indifferent.  Oh yeah, I know.. there's the "I" word again.  But this is just as damaging, because if you're indifferent to someone enough times they will eventually not trust you with their feelings.  This isn't unlike the mistrust you get from an affair, purposefully trying to make her jealous, and so on.  The only difference is that the response isn't going to be explosive and intensely emotional.  Nope.  In fact, the damage is slow and insidious and permanent.

Because of my past experiences, mainly the most recent one, I've little tolerance for those things that hurt me, make me feel less-than.  Life is an excellent teacher if you're willing to learn.

Oh, about that whole forgiveness thing... yes, I forgive and highly recommend that to anyone who's been hurt this way.  But I do not suggest becoming a doormat to that person in the process.

It's not just about what's happened, or IS happening

Moving beyond what's wrong to embrace what's right; It's what we do when we choose to survive.

Years beyond all of the darker relationship experiences I've had I still have to face those demons nearly every day.  Somehow I manage to keep going, though I'm afraid that the damage done won't heal completely.  I have to believe that this isn't the case.  But what happens when you know what you have to do to be happy, to thrive, and it goes against your spiritual beliefs?

This is something I now struggle with.  But it's just a struggle, and eventually those end.

It takes a minute

The weekends are tough.  Living with an indifferent person is difficult, especially when you don't have a space to which you can retreat and gather your thoughts.  At the moment this house is filled with boxes--moving time is near.  The new house is larger, and I will have my own space/room that I can use as I see fit.  It will become a place for art, contemplation, even sleep if I need to just be alone.  Well, there's no 'IF' about that.  Still, as the weekends bring opportunity for unpleasant events... I wonder how long this body will hold out.  No, I'm not being melodramatic.  As the situation worsens, so does my health, leaving me with little to no quality of life.

This past weekend wasn't unlike any other, just one more group of days where indifference and disrespect remain a solid foundation on which I have to exist.  When I try hard enough, work hard enough, I can get myself past the feelings that this brings forth.  It takes a minute.

Tomorrow I'm going in for a liver biopsy.  T's first question when hearing I have to have this done is... "Do I have to be there?"  This, like so many other utterances, behaviors, etc., did NOT exactly endear him to me (I think I said that right... so tired right now that I'm struggling to gather my thoughts).  I've told him bluntly that certain things he says and does, very particular things, are changing the way I see him, and the way I feel about him.  The problems are all rooted in a blatant lack of compassion on his part, and as much as I've tried to show him what he's doing and its effects on me, on the relationship, he doesn't do anything to help himself in that respect.

I can only do so much.

Is it up to me to change my environment?  Am I the only one who has to work to fix both sides of this situation?  It's all too familiar, really, and I'm not at all comfortable with it.  I've been made to be responsible for both sides of a relationship in the past, and it NEVER ends well.  If both people aren't doing their part it will ultimately fall apart.

That brand of emotional laziness in relationships destroy everything in its wake, including trust, including love.

Nearly every moment I'm striving to return balance into my world.  This is too much work for one person.  I can't, again, carry the entire weight of a relationship, especially when it's do damn destructive.

Is indifference, emotional laziness, chronic disrespect a form of abuse?  With the exception of chronic disrespect, no.  But what I do know is it's destructive to the person who is buried beneath it.

So how am I handling the indifference towards being in the hospital for a risky procedure?  Not very well.  I will be there alone, as he will be at work during the procedure and after in recovery.  On one hand it hurts my feelings on a human level.  And on the other hand I also see it as a blessing in disguise.  I will find a way to rationalize my way through this... but it takes a minute.  It really does.

Another hole in the head.

I need another blog like I need....  yeah, you know the drill.  But I suppose the realization of late is that I'm still struggling with old patterns, though the fabric of them may be different.  While I recognize 'overt' abuse, even overt emotional abuse, distinguishing between what constitutes abuse or not can sometimes be a challenge for me.  My ultimate goal is to finish what I started roughly 2.5 years ago...when I realized the absolutely horrific predicament I found myself in.  How did it happen again?  I'm tired of asking myself that question, and equally tired of HAVING to.  Such is the struggle to understand the very thing that has repeatedly tried to destroy everything I am.

Abuse, in any of its forms, has components that are insidious, stealthy, and the destruction they cause is far-reaching.

Working my way through the experiences is a goal, and one I've not yet reached.  The absence of closure, for one, and vacillating between understanding and utter bewilderment (even now) holds me tight in a never-ending loop of esteem-crushing confusion.  I'll be damned if I'm going to allow that to happen---hence, this blog.

I have a tough time keeping up with everything as it is, but after realizing I have a long way to go with this particular subject.. I realized it would good for me to have a place to express it all.  And maybe, just maybe.. I can help someone else in the process.

Here is the beginning of the middle.

I have to start somewhere.