There’s no pain…
Mike Meyers, fresh on SNL, apparently referred to graffiti he'd seen in a Conservative riding in Winnipeg. It said "there's no pain worse than being betrayed by a friend." In context it was referring to Trump's rude insensitivity to our neighbor. I would be hurt if someone trash talked me as Trump has done. It's little solace to know that he's just a bully and a bore, and that he does it to every one else.
True. He does. True. He's a pig. But: what he's saying is "you're just like everyone else. Meaningless to me."
That hurts me just typing it.
My ex-wife, who happens to be Canadian, went out of her way to tell me the same thing—that I'm meaningless to her.
That hurts even more. Until Trump gets us all killed, I just ignore the guy. Such a tool. But I can't ignore my ex life partner. That's not the way I'm built.
Even though, like Trump, I'm just like everyone else in her eyes too. I was never special. She treats everyone she's ever known that way. Sooner or later.
I put up with that abuse for so long I ended up with severe PTSD and 2 1/2 years of clinical depression when the truth dawned on me. It didn't help that we all had Trump mimicking himself at the same time. But my ex is the sole trigger of my breakdown.
Now, I can say out loud: "I am special. I am valuable. I am worthy of love." It feels good to say it. I hope someday that I will believe myself. I would love to hug that truth.
That’s a hug that would heal. Radical. Not like hugging Trump. Or my ex.
True. He does. True. He's a pig. But: what he's saying is "you're just like everyone else. Meaningless to me."
That hurts me just typing it.
My ex-wife, who happens to be Canadian, went out of her way to tell me the same thing—that I'm meaningless to her.
That hurts even more. Until Trump gets us all killed, I just ignore the guy. Such a tool. But I can't ignore my ex life partner. That's not the way I'm built.
Even though, like Trump, I'm just like everyone else in her eyes too. I was never special. She treats everyone she's ever known that way. Sooner or later.
I put up with that abuse for so long I ended up with severe PTSD and 2 1/2 years of clinical depression when the truth dawned on me. It didn't help that we all had Trump mimicking himself at the same time. But my ex is the sole trigger of my breakdown.
Now, I can say out loud: "I am special. I am valuable. I am worthy of love." It feels good to say it. I hope someday that I will believe myself. I would love to hug that truth.
That’s a hug that would heal. Radical. Not like hugging Trump. Or my ex.
Addendum: how hateful these narcissists are. Unaffiliated with affection, loyalty, shame, apology, deep understanding. They are truly small boats lost at sea. I am a damaged cruise liner, filled with music and laughter. I will get back to port when the time is right.
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