I have an over-abundance of strong female mentors and role models. Every good thing in me can probably be traced back to a lesson, a prayer or insight from the Natalies, Ruths, Joans, Ginnys and Michelles in my life (among others) and I love that about me. I talked to Michelle today, who is my third big sister in a way. We got to talking about relationships and, long story short, I again learned something. I was moaning about a certain relationship and she called me out in a way that I hadn't even considered. She said, "You and I are the same; we want to feel wanted; we need to be needed. Sometimes its a good thing, but most often its not. You are carrying another's burdens in a way you shouldn't--you aren't guarding your heart. You need to end that."
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And that's as far as I got. I started that post two or three days ago, as the weight was just being rested on my shoulders. The prospect of literally cutting a relationship out of a life because it is unhealthy...mindboggling. Heartbreaking. I know I have to; she's right. She saw what I can't see. The clutch it was next. I have tried and tried to figure out how to express it, what to write, how to write it, what even I am. I can't. I haven't. 10,000 song lyrics but no words of my own. I do have this overwhelming need to be needed, a complex codependency in its own way. I don't know if its a female thing or just a me thing, but it is something with which I subconsciously struggle and if I am to ever be freed of it, this severing is the benchmark. It will leave a void.
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Three times in one day the word hubris came up, and thus I, who needs to read into everything as if the world is written in code just for me, saw it as a sign of sorts. It's not a good sign, I must say. Hubris (it's excessive arrogance, pride or presumptuousness so you can stop navigating away to go look it up and pretend you knew it all along, you walking SAT prep book you)? Why hubris? Is there pride in my inability to make a clean break from this relationship? Is it as much me fearing failure as me fearing heartbreak as me fearing me? Hubris, the destroyer of all things.
The ultimate self-consciousness.
Self-consciousness to self-annihilation.
Also, good name for a cat.
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Good Call! Quite a good name for a cat! I may have to steal that one, if you don't mind. Someday...when I get a house to put a cat in. Then I can begin my aspirations of being The Cat Lady, when I spend my life alone...with Hubris, my most favorite kitty.
Meow.
Liz
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