I saw the picture of them together and observed her look: eyes downcast, patiently waiting, letting him be the dominant while she was submissive.
I have done that. I remember what it felt like to be ignored and walked all over when I loved someone and they took me for granted.
I was raised to be an accomodator, but I have striven instead to be receptive. It is a fine line between flexing and getting neglected.
I just didn’t like how close she was to that chasm. It looked to me that she had fallen into it – as if she had been chastised.
And I realized that I never want to be in that position again.
If this is what is required in relationship, I would rather be untethered.
Maybe there just isn’t a right match for me in this day and age.
Maybe I am ahead of my time, again.
It would not surprise me.
My life’s theme.
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