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Sorry i didn't explain it properly. He was alcoholic. He would constantly put himself down. I told him not to think like that. But hey, a woman can only do so much? well yes that changes the scenery as that is something that requires professional help right, only so much you can do as a partner to provide emotional support under those circumstances sorry to hear of it Emo - it's quite sad |
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Well honestly, i don't know then. What am i MEANT to say? Do you want the truth, or something you want to hear? I wouldn't consider dating an insecure man anymore, given that each time i have, he has inflicted his paranoia onto me. I don't want a life like that again. Truth is good. No problem there. I was just offering an alternative view. Some people change when they feel loved. It actually motivates them to become the person they want to be....the person they really are inside. It's one thing to go through life alone. It's another thing to be constantly threatened and criticized by the people closest to you. |
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You missed the point.
No one is changing anyone. The change comes from within. Love creates and builds confidence. You know, Simon and Garfunkel's "I am a Rock" keeps playing in my head when I come to this thread. It describes only one situation, but the thought process involved hits the mark for anyone who shuts out the world for whatever reason. It's about being hurt, feeling betrayed, and withdrawing within one's self. A winter's day In a deep and dark December; I am alone, Gazing from my window to the streets below On a freshly fallen silent shroud of snow. I am a rock, I am an island. I've built walls, A fortress deep and mighty, That none may penetrate. I have no need of friendship; friendship causes pain. It's laughter and it's loving I disdain. I am a rock, I am an island. Don't talk of love, But I've heard the words before; It's sleeping in my memory. I won't disturb the slumber of feelings that have died. If I never loved I never would have cried. I am a rock, I am an island. I have my books And my poetry to protect me; I am shielded in my armor, Hiding in my room, safe within my womb. I touch no one and no one touches me. I am a rock, I am an island. And a rock feels no pain; And an island never cries. |
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