My mom raised me to be independent. She wanted me to be able to take care of myself. Because my dad was an active alcoholic until I was about 12 years old, I always thought she didn’t want me to feel “stuck” in a relationship with someone like him. The irony is that while I’m perfectly able to take care of myself, I’m not able to let anyone take care of me.
It’s very difficult for me to rely on someone, or to even admit that I need a certain person in my life. In a kind of weird, self-fulfilling-prophecy sort of thing, I tend to choose men that I can’t rely on, that will disappoint me. So the lesson I teach myself is that I’m right to not get close because I will be hurt.
What is so scary about trusting another person?
Why don’t I trust my own judgment?
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∗ Posted by Monique on 07.21.2005
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