I'm such a turd
You know that feeling you get in your brain when you are trying to remember something - be it a song title, an actor's name, or where in the hell you last saw your car keys - but you just can't quite grasp it? It just kind of dances there around the edges of your mind needling you until you just want to whack yourself in the forehead hoping to jog the answer free...Anyway, I had that feeling while I was speaking with you on the phone last night. And as I read your email this morning, my brain finally had that "Aha!" moment and the obvious answer was right before me. "This is Thing, you dumbass," my brain said, "Thing, who loves you and cares for you and wouldn't hurt you for the world. Why didn't you remember that?!"
As much as I hate to admit it, it seems that 6 months in a great relationship with a wonderful man is not long enough to erase the neurosis caused by dealing with a psychotic person for 13 years. Luckily, Thing understands this and loves me still - foot in my mouth and all...
posted by ƒåυνέ @ 9:23 AM
6 Comments:
As long as you let him know that it's the memory of Paperweight and not him...I'm sure he is understanding.
It must be tough to stop flinching from all those years of being smacked with a newspaper. Just TRY to train yourself to accept the embrace and remember that this one is not there to hurt you.
Sounds like you did good by snatching "Thing". Patience and all.
Baggage is bad. A partner that understands that baggage isn't permanent...is good ;o)
You'll get there, I promise.
It took me years to get over the "waiting for the other shoe to drop" feeling. Give yourself time to heal. You'll be fine.
bless your heart, you are indeed human!
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