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How can I be forgotten and denied you came to me and praised me you got down on your knees and I brought you to your feet I respect you, but you want more you want the filth of mind that you've grown accustomed to the sleaze and flirtation of someone who doesn't take you seriously you come to me and want that but I respect you treat you as an equal remain professional and you're not satisfied so you turn your back on me do you want to be a woman or my plaything? or perhaps you just want to play with me when I thought we were friends you wanted your coyness to make me beg beg for something you'd never give but I never beg, I never need to and my boundaries are well defined are yours?
This is remarkable. You have amazing insight into the pain of broken relationships, misunderstandings, and unfinished business that people don’t sometimes even know they need to deal with.
Thank you so much! Maybe my M.S. in psychology helps a little ;) Plus, tons of experience and an analytical nature…
Have you read my “Final Acts in Everyday Lives”? The last paragraph covers what can happen after the smoothing process takes place, so maybe it could be a reply from a woman’s point of view once she feels worthy.
I just read it, very well put. I think it corresponds perfectly, how conditioning helps to create identity of self, and it’s hard to break out of that behavior and self perception. Once a more positive framework comes about, it’s so foreign it takes time for self worth to evolve and be recognized. Thanks for sharing!
I see someone that is so used to not being respected that she now believes that she is unworthy of such and doesn’t know any different. Most of us do this in some way or another because we feel unworthy.
Thought provoking one!
Thank you! I think that’s the most complicated part about relationships is when each person brings in their conditioning from past experience and some of that is good and some of that is terrible and it just takes the two people some time to smooth it all out, like sculpting the relationship with clay, with the hands of two artists.
Its beautiful…!!!
Thank you so much!
am I wrong, or are you getting better by leaps and bounds? This is another gem, so spot on real it’s shivery weird. The interconnectedness staggers.
Thank you! Maybe getting better, or evolving both in style and experience, or mood ;)
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This is very good. Very well written.. ~Jen
Thank you so much!
You are very welcome. ;)