Month: March 2025

Something about the sanctity of pair bonding would not permit her to keep from speaking truth when she found herself tangled up in another shallow relationship.

She experiened spliced-together snippeted dreams of types of roles that men could be in for her, but the one that lingered most strongly was the feel of one man’s fingers interlaced tightly with hers in a promise to be there always.

“A friend told me that good guys get taken quick, once they are ‘out on the market.’

But, I’m not going to go out there and flaunt myself to gain someone’s attention.”

As he left again abruptly, wrapped in the cloak of self-serving indignation, Spring extended its grace to give her shelter to overcome wintering sorrows.

“Having observed how so many people selfishly and negatively take advantage of others to gain only temporary satisfaction has, I think, unnecessarily contributed to my state of being in near-perpetual self reevaluation, bordering upon self criticism.”

“It is better to be without a partner…I still have so much to grow into…”

“Take my talent seriously and view it as legit.”

“He’s out there ‘playing the field’ bdcause he thinks he has time to waste.

I already invested in “one love” and lost.

Connection isn’t a game to me.”

“Do all of these negative experiences define me as they damaged confidence?

Or is my merit weighed best by how I worked hard to and finally overcome them?”

“A woman will stay in a marriages devoid of mutual love longer than she should because it has been the safest place that she’s known after a life filled with abuse, neglect, and trauma.”

“I had not realized until now why I had developed food insecurity and aversion to cleaning dishes since we arrived in State.

It was becauss we had just come from an extreme power abuse situation living with an ex-family member where this matriarch terrorized us whenever we tried to use the kitchen.

I remember that to avoid her wrath, I had to keep our lovely dishes that got used out in the side yard, where they were rained on and got filled with mold and maggots.

I had to wait for when she rarely left the house and then tackle-clean the horrendous mess – and this also explains why my kid later had aversion to helping me with our dishes.

Further, to avoid the woman’s attempts to control, manipulate, chastise, and belittle, I stopped desiring or needing to cook and barely ate anything.

It has taken seven years for the trauma to begin releasing so that I can see it clearly.”