When the boy grew into the man, he married a woman who was like his mother – yet, unlike her.
He didn’t realize that when we find each other, we’re drawn to each other for our own healing.
We seek those missing parts we did not receive in our childhood. We project upon each other, as man and woman, searching to complete what before was broken.
When the wife grew and expanded in ways his mother never had, he began to fear her as she had their children. For as a child, he’d felt powerless at his mother’s harsh handling of his tenderness.
Now, somebody had more access to harming him, and harming his next generation.
He feared his wife’s power, even though she never wielded it for evil.
He feared it, because he didn’t work on his own psychology. He feared it, because he’d always feared the world.
And as she grew, and his mind became more terrified, he began dismantling everything they’d built together.
Piece by piece. Stone by stone…weakened at the mortar.
Until one day, it fell – and he could call himself “his own.”
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