Boxes
Sometimes how we categorize things adds to the frustion because we often have expections of those categories no matter how hard we try to avoid expections. I find more often than not those expections really are just wants of How I want things to be.
When I change the way I view something, it makes dealing with how i feel about it easier. I dont have to quit, or give up, to change the box something’s in. Just re think it. Regroup what I want from it.
In both my polyam dating life, my childhood of abuse, and my everyday family life. It’s a coping skill.
“Are you going out this week?” Asks my friend
“Nope, things aren’t okay on his side” I say
“what’s with you, your so understanding towards others” she thinks im on another dead end path
“Ive been there… Both sides actually” I shrug
“So you have a map you know how to make it work?” *i laugh*
“Everyone’s poly is different, and I’m not pushing anyone any direction.” I explained
Laughing she asked me “what is it about him? You learned with tower not to hold on to broken things. You learned memories tend to become sweeter than whats really going on with wolf. You should have feelers out for someone new before this ends and breaks you.”
*sigh* “it’s not like a toy. I dont just replace it with a new toy when its not working. I cant even say this isn’t working. I am still on cloud nine. The effort is being made that makes me feel valued and important. Nothing worth value is easy nor, is life ever fucking easy. For anyone, especially me. He still lights me up. Without a single touch. It’s kinda out of his control, I dont really wanna talk to new people… I’ll see it through whatever comes of it.”
But i will admit. It kinda sucks
You know you really miss someone when you crave something so simple such as the sound of their voice.
(via leohearts)
Mind fucking blown…….. where was this when i needed it in the past… tell me . honesty always wins
Perpetual Commotion 