Twicehappy2x
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ORIGINAL: mistoferin Reading this over I realized there is something that I do want to make clear. Most folks have keyed in on the domestic violence or sexual assault factors, most likely because those are the examples I used. I do want to say that I used those examples because I thought they would quickly make the point. But those types of victimizations are certainly not the only things that we have a responsibility in. I wrote the post because I have noticed many posts on the boards lately about people who are the victims of their own choices Boo.....hello sexy....just dropped in to say "i just got out of the hot tub, na na na !" In truth, while i firmly believe that we are not responsible for some victimizations we experience ( I lost my virginity before i was old enough for grade school. What, were my pig tails too tight? My Underroos too pink? I certainly didn't choose to be a victim then). In truth there are many we are. The female love of my life, oh goddess, her voice turned my insides to water, her smile was the sun in a flower filled meadow on a breezy June afternoon, being a perfect example. Erin, you know i only have ink that means something important to me and you've seen the tattoo i have on my shoulder that was for her. Love, i loved her, and i put up with her drinking, her disappearing, her drug use. I thought i could fix her. All the tears, all the hurts, all the disappointments that i experienced were my own fault, i know they were. I could have spared myself much pain by simply walking away, saying no more. But i didn't, not for four years. My old man now gone, he was bipolar, and it was bad. Number of times he tried to kill me, three. Hospitalizations, medications that stopped his parts from functioning in the time before Viagra, on and on. Yet he was a great man and a genius at motorcycles. I chose, i picked loving them both as much as i could for as long as i could. In her case, it was not very long, in his it was until he died. Sometimes i think, what i see happen is this; we choose, for whatever reason we choose these individuals to love. Perhaps occasionally we are unaware of the possibilities of the situation we are stepping into. Perhaps sometimes we see but choose not to believe. And perhaps, my dear friend, just perhaps, some of us choose to love where our hearts lead us, regardless of the collateral damage we suffer. On these boards we often see complaints, issues, abuses, but i think sometimes what we are seeing is a real live human being who choose but still needs an outlet to vent, a wall to bang their head on, a shoulder to sob on, somebody to hopefully shed some light on or if not to lend support to their choices. The vagaries of the human condition....sighs and smiles........
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The human heart is not a finite container but an ever expanding universe with all the stars contained there in.
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