Today I deal with a difficult and truly tough friend situation. Someone who wants more than just friendship who I have no feelings for him in that way.
This friend has been so super supportive of me in every way. And he is very dear. I haven't lead him on at all.
But it's time I dealt with this issue.
V
Freedom is just another word for nothing left to loose. V 64, WAW
Very strange. I'm wondering if it was also about the game of keeping you engaged in the fight? And draining your attention and energy as much as he could?
Good Morning V. Your comment reminded me of a couple of things.
The first was when I made the first few support payments to my ex. I over-thought about why it took her several days after I sent the electronic transfer to accept it. It took a deliberate will to say to myself "the process works - don't fuss about it" to put that behind me. I do admit that I do pay attention to when she picks up the transfer as I get an immediate text and since I'm me, I speculate about what the timing tells me about her life (I believe I'll be posting about that later).
The second and probably more applicable one is from exquisitetobe's thread. Her ex is obvious and deliberate in using money to assert his control and dominance over her. I would expect that you would write to her that these games only work on us if we allow them to.
You have fulfilled your obligations in a legally demonstrable fashion. We could instead have some entertainment speculating on why the G hasn't been able to visit the bank instead.
Perhaps he's recovering from a badly botched scrotox treatment? (Google it - it's a thing)
On BD H52, W50 T27, M26 S21, D23 BD-9-Mar-16 D-15-Jan-18 Final-19-Apr-18 I am a storyteller. The story may do you no good. But a story is never for the listener. It is always for the one who tells
I have an odd view of myself. Yesterday was out with my gentle cousin and I felt very ugly and fat. I didn't want to go out because of the jelly tummy and muffin top from h@ll.
Particularly I didn't want to eat or have my picture taken.
But there is no choice in it.
Surprisingly the pictures don't look like me. That's not who I see from the inside. So strange. So so strange.
It has me overwhelmed and doubting reality.
I tried an experiment by looking in the mirror and then taking a photo. They aren't the same. Which is real?
