I feel brittle.
I don’t know why exactly. Well I guess I know why, I just don’t want to say so.
Not just brittle, but spiky. Edgy. Fragile. Irritated and impatient.
I’m busy being busy. Doing all the things, and doing nothing, making noise for myself, distracting myself from whatever is going on.
It works for the most part.
But I am caught in a quiet moment right now. Can’t concentrate enough to talk …
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I call it
forgiveness, but it’s not. Not really.
Intellectually, I can say ‘I forgive you’ and I can even think that it’s true and that I mean it. You are sorry, I see that, I’m a generous person, I want to move past it, I forgive you.
But the emotional truth is that I don’t forgive you. I don’t think I’m capable of it, or at least I don’t think so anymore.
I don’t think of myself as harsh or rude or any of those things.
Honest, yes (but not the ‘I’m just being honest’ type of brutality that people use to justify being an arsehole).
Forthright, you bet.
Sometimes impatient, sure.
Easily irritated (with strangers at least), yep.
But harsh? I tend(ed) to think not.
I had an exchange on a BDSM dating site the other day that both made me laugh and made me wonder …
I have thought that of the men I have loved.
Along with “He never talks about her the way he talked about me” and “He never treats her the way he treated me”.
All thoughts bound up in love and nostalgia and memories.
But mostly, in those moments of brutal honesty, I know it’s pure ego with more than a touch of smug satisfaction. I touched those intimate parts of him, they are marked, and …