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		<title>The Tale of the Bully and the Betrayer: The Perfect Match</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Sarah Saxby]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 26 Nov 2022 10:00:52 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>It's never-ending, but it’s no longer Sov's circus. So, best wishes to the bully and the betrayer - there was never a more perfect match.</p>
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.elementor-widget-text-editor.elementor-drop-cap-view-stacked .elementor-drop-cap{background-color:#69727d;color:#fff}.elementor-widget-text-editor.elementor-drop-cap-view-framed .elementor-drop-cap{color:#69727d;border:3px solid;background-color:transparent}.elementor-widget-text-editor:not(.elementor-drop-cap-view-default) .elementor-drop-cap{margin-top:8px}.elementor-widget-text-editor:not(.elementor-drop-cap-view-default) .elementor-drop-cap-letter{width:1em;height:1em}.elementor-widget-text-editor .elementor-drop-cap{float:left;text-align:center;line-height:1;font-size:50px}.elementor-widget-text-editor .elementor-drop-cap-letter{display:inline-block}</style>				<p>I know this guy, we will call him DB. DB is a master manipulator and a predator. He is insecure, obnoxious, and angry. He&#8217;s had two long-term relationships and both times they ended with his partners calling him a monster, which, by all intents and purposes, is a pretty harsh thing to be called.</p>
<p>Both ex-partners wrote about the abuse and torture they experienced at the hands of DB, but if you ask him, he will tell you he&#8217;s quite a catch. DB&#8217;s last partner, Sov, left him high &amp; dry not too long after his last abusive explosion. It was heartbreaking because she loved her home and had to make the brave choice to uproot everything and everyone in the process. Sadly, she also had to give up the only puppy she ever owned because, according to experts, including her local police department, going &#8220;<a href="https://www.hg.org/legal-articles/criminal-law-no-contact-orders-18257" target="_blank" rel="noopener">no contact</a>&#8221; with a sociopath, stalker, and wack-job is really the only option.</p>
<p>DB greatly disliked being left so abruptly because he lost all control over Sov. He no longer had his energy supply. Frantically, he had to find something, some way, maybe even someONE to help him gain back some power. But who, you may ask, would be unconscious enough to fall into his next trap?</p>
<p>Allow me to introduce Blair. Blair is a very angry person. &nbsp;She&#8217;s generally miserable, makes&nbsp;everyone around her miserable, believes her way is the only way, and is very jealous of Sov. I guess you can say she would be the perfect victim for DB&#8217;s manipulation tactics &#8211; eager to believe the lies that fall from his mouth because, finally, someone would be validating her delusional feelings about Sov. Yay!!</p>
<p>You see, Blair is married to Sov&#8217;s ex-husband and has incessant thoughts of him running back to her. It&#8217;s pretty jacked up, actually. Because if Blair feels that way, that&#8217;s her own BS, as Sov never gave any impression that she ever wanted her ex back, nor would she ever entertain the thought of taking him back. He wasn&#8217;t good enough for her then or now. &nbsp;He is a weakling and a doormat. I can, however, understand Blair&#8217;s concern and jealousy over Sov, as she is a queen. She is the whole package &#8211; honest, kind, intelligent, funny, just beautiful inside and out.</p>
<p>Over the years, Sov offered nothing but friendship to Blair, mostly to keep peace within the families. Sov&#8217;s children are first and foremost in her life and she wanted to make sure they only were witnesses to mature, supportive interactions among all of their parents. For the most part, that is what they experienced. Blended families can be difficult, but Sov (while eating a lot of shit sandwiches) was an adult and kept things peaceful for her children. Really, from anyone&#8217;s point of view, Sov and Blair appeared to be friends&#8230;at least Sov believed they were.</p>
<p>They hung out here and there, confided in each other, shared experiences and feelings, and offered advice to one another. All the things friends typically do. But there was&nbsp;also something that didn&#8217;t feel quite right within Sov. It was like this internal voice constantly telling her NOT to trust Blair, but she ignored that inner guidance. She foolishly wanted to believe that all people were honest and trustworthy, especially Blair, and particularly right before leaving DB.</p>
<p>This was a time when Sov felt incredibly alone, afraid, and unaware of what move she should make. For the very first time, Sov spoke up about the horrific abuse, manipulation, and torture she had been enduring for many years, as Blair listened. Blair&#8217;s immediate advice &#8211; &#8220;Sov, you are being abused and you need to get the hell out of that house.&#8221; And so, she did.</p>
<p><img fetchpriority="high" decoding="async" class="aligncenter size-large wp-image-1524" src="https://comfortablehell.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/11/betrayed-woman-1024x604.jpg" alt="closeup image of three woman standing against each other's back with their head down, representing the article &quot;The Tale of the Bully and the Betrayer: The Perfect Match&quot; by Comfortable Hell" width="800" height="472" srcset="https://comfortablehell.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/11/betrayed-woman-1024x604.jpg 1024w, https://comfortablehell.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/11/betrayed-woman-300x177.jpg 300w, https://comfortablehell.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/11/betrayed-woman-768x453.jpg 768w, https://comfortablehell.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/11/betrayed-woman-1536x906.jpg 1536w, https://comfortablehell.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/11/betrayed-woman.jpg 1920w" sizes="(max-width: 800px) 100vw, 800px" /></p>
<p>Now Sov was no stranger to betrayal, her mom taught her all about that at an early age. Trust those that seemingly love you, watch as they feed you to the wolves, and understand that you are <a href="https://comfortablehell.com/how-did-i-allow-this-to-happen/" target="_blank" rel="noopener">powerless</a> to do anything about it anyway. Shrink yourself so others around you can feel big. Stay quiet so your environment will remain safe and comfortable. In Sov&#8217;s life, there always seemed to be a bully and a betrayer. Someone that abused her and another person that fell victim to that abuser&#8217;s manipulation &#8211; and then subsequently betrayed Sov.</p>
<p>It was a divine and beautifully orchestrated opportunity for transformation, but without the corresponding awareness, it just manifests as yet another hardship to endure&#8230; over, and over, and over again.</p>
<p>As you might have guessed, Blair betrayed Sov. She reached out to DB, took him to lunch &#8211; as she put it &#8220;to make sure he was ok.&#8221; She was concerned for his well-being and told Sov she was a liar and made up the stories of abuse. Ha, right. Sov spent hours crafting stories of sexual, emotional, financial, and verbal abuse, and stalking so she can uproot her children, her home, and leave the only puppy she ever loved. Her exact words were &#8220;I can do whatever the fuck I want to do&#8221;. &nbsp;Obviously, this was not about Sov, it was about Blair and her own issues of lying and betrayal.</p>
<p>One might ask, what does Blair even have to do with DB? Why would they even be in contact at all? Great questions! Just to put this insanity into perspective, say you are a man (traditionally speaking) &#8211; this would be like your current wife, reaching out to your ex-wife&#8217;s ex-boyfriend and having a relationship with that person, be it what it may, of course. So not only is it twisted and inappropriate, it&#8217;s also just purely f*cked up. Especially as Sov&#8217;s children try to reconcile the nonsense and their dad just sits and allows his wife to have an inappropriate relationship with the man that abused their mom. &nbsp;Oh, and Blair watches Sov&#8217;s dog on a regular basis. &nbsp;Imagine how her kids feel about that&#8230;? I can assure you that they are VERY uncomfortable and cannot make sense of it.</p>
<p>The funny, yet sad, part about this story is that DB has found another victim and she&#8217;s clueless. He has no capacity to truly care about any one, he doesn&#8217;t know how. He&#8217;s a lifelong 12-year-old who sucks the lifeblood of others to survive. His strategy in all of this is simply to have a link to Sov, not because he cares to have a relationship with Blair. By staying close to Blair, DB attempts to keep a connection and pathetic hope of control. In some ways, he still has access to Sov and can receive information on what she is doing, where she is, etc. through Blair. &nbsp;Even though Sov uprooted her entire life to get herself and her children away from that psychopath, and she even filed a police report when she left, her ex-husband is STILL allowing DB access to their children. &nbsp;After all the work Sov did to remove DB from her life, he found a way in through the weakest and most clueless people around. &nbsp;See how easily this&nbsp;happens? Sneaky shits, those narcissists. His&nbsp;only operating system is manipulation, self-interest, and endlessly searching, externally, for ways to get his needs met. Nice work, DB. &nbsp;But you know you will never be smarter or faster than Sov.</p>
<p>Best wishes, bully and betrayer. There was never a more perfect match.</p>
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		<div class="saboxplugin-wrap" itemtype="http://schema.org/Person" itemscope itemprop="author"><div class="saboxplugin-tab"><div class="saboxplugin-gravatar"><img decoding="async" width="100" height="100" src="https://comfortablehell.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/05/Saxby-Pic-150x150.jpg" class="avatar avatar-100 photo" alt="Sarah Saxby" /></div><div class="saboxplugin-authorname"><a href="https://comfortablehell.com/author/user1/" class="vcard author" rel="author"><span class="fn">Sarah Saxby</span></a></div><div class="saboxplugin-desc"><div itemprop="description"><p>Sarah Saxby is a Holistic Nutrition Consultant, Transformation Coach, and blogger that uses Kabbalistic Astrology, Human Design, and intuitive guidance to lead her clients to finally live with clarity, fulfillment, and internal happiness. You can also find her at <a href="https://strategiesforhappiness.com/" target="_blank" rel="noopener">Strategies for Happiness</a> where you can <a href="https://strategiesforhappiness.com/book-now/" target="_blank" rel="noopener">schedule an Astrological Alignment Reading</a> or a free, 15-minute Discovery Call to discuss Nutrition and/or Transformational Coaching sessions.</p>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 29 Oct 2022 10:00:08 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>Keep your friends close and your enemies closer. That&#8217;s why I stayed so long. You were an enemy and my soul knew it. I wanted to keep you near to me because I was more afraid of what you would do from a distance. Your insecurities and insatiable need to self-protect compelled you to hover, [&#8230;]</p>
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							<p>Keep your friends close and your enemies closer. That&#8217;s why I stayed so long. You were an enemy and my soul knew it. I wanted to keep you near to me because I was more afraid of what you would do from a distance.</p><p>Your insecurities and insatiable need to self-protect compelled you to hover, stalk, steal, and demand, but it was I who was forced to keep you as close as I possibly could for reasons only known to me.</p><p>You see, I was way more afraid of the unknown than the known. At least the stuff that was known felt familiar and my reactions to it took little energy, they were robotic. If you could hover, stalk, steal, and make demands while we were &#8220;in love,&#8221; what would that look like if I abandoned you?</p><p>What kind of anger and revenge would awaken in the person who is, unbeknownst to you, emotionally numb? Where will you get the supply of energy that has been literally sustaining your life for years? You, the emotional vampire that’s 100% dependent on my lifeblood.</p><p>I understand that, although most likely very stressful and difficult to sustain, you enjoyed having the upper hand over me. But, how much power did I have as your lifeblood, your energy source? I had no idea.</p><p>Despite your grandiosity, deep down you hate and fear who you really are. Unfortunately, you are unable to generate your own energy or power. You are lifeless without being a virus to a host.</p><p><img loading="lazy" decoding="async" class="aligncenter size-large wp-image-1441" src="https://comfortablehell.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/10/Indifferent-woman-1024x700.jpg" alt="image of a long-haired woman in a black hoodie staring straight to the camera, representing the article" width="800" height="547" srcset="https://comfortablehell.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/10/Indifferent-woman-1024x700.jpg 1024w, https://comfortablehell.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/10/Indifferent-woman-300x205.jpg 300w, https://comfortablehell.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/10/Indifferent-woman-768x525.jpg 768w, https://comfortablehell.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/10/Indifferent-woman-1536x1050.jpg 1536w, https://comfortablehell.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/10/Indifferent-woman.jpg 1920w" sizes="(max-width: 800px) 100vw, 800px" /></p><p>You know how abnormal you are, that’s why you never feel like you’re a part of anything. You always feel left out, never belonging. Although you pretend to be a part of society, you never will be because you are unaware that any of these issues exist inside of you. Your inability to see the deep-rooted issue is the biggest hoax your ego will ever play on you.</p><p>No longer my circus. Although I have taken these last few months to write down my past <a href="https://comfortablehell.com/how-did-i-allow-this-to-happen/" target="_blank" rel="noopener">experiences with abuse</a>, it has very much come from a victim&#8217;s standpoint. That’s not me, but I had to do it because I am human.</p><p>My whole purpose in airing my dirty laundry is to, God willing, let others know that it happens to the best of us. Shit REALLY sucks, but then you find your strength, your voice, <a href="https://comfortablehell.com/support-and-kindness/" target="_blank" rel="noopener">your tribe</a>, and you powerhouse the shit out of your life.</p><p>Now, I do know that even hatred gives you energy. It’s like confirmation of your power to still control me from a distance and bring me down to your level of misery.</p><p>From here on out, rather than hatred or anger, I choose indifference. You know why? Because indifference has no power, no reaction, no ability to ruin days, and thus, provides to you no lifeblood.</p><p>Thank you for being the catalyst from which I will thrive and for opening the door for the next lucky soul who will love me with love, rather than fear and logic.</p><p>Just as you discarded me when I was tired or wasn’t feeling well, I simply discard you with indifference. It’s a narcissist’s kryptonite.</p><p><img loading="lazy" decoding="async" class="aligncenter size-large wp-image-1446" src="https://comfortablehell.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/10/Indifference-Is-Kryptonite_ComfortableHell-1024x579.jpg" alt="black and white closeup image of a woman with text overlay of a quote from the article &quot;Indifference Is Kryptonite&quot; by Comfortable Hell" width="800" height="452" srcset="https://comfortablehell.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/10/Indifference-Is-Kryptonite_ComfortableHell-1024x579.jpg 1024w, https://comfortablehell.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/10/Indifference-Is-Kryptonite_ComfortableHell-300x170.jpg 300w, https://comfortablehell.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/10/Indifference-Is-Kryptonite_ComfortableHell-768x434.jpg 768w, https://comfortablehell.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/10/Indifference-Is-Kryptonite_ComfortableHell.jpg 1080w" sizes="(max-width: 800px) 100vw, 800px" /></p>						</div>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 15 Oct 2022 10:00:14 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>When I listen to the recordings that I made during this torture, it makes me so incredibly sick. How did I allow this to happen?</p>
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							<p>As I become more and more open about the abusive situations that I have allowed in my life, I shake my head and just cannot figure out how this all happened. I&#8217;m at a place where I feel that if I&#8217;m not coming clean with what I&#8217;ve gone through, I am STILL protecting those individuals that did this to me.</p><p>HOW is it that I made all of this abuse OK? What went on in my head during these situations that somehow, some way, I said “it’s OK to do this to me.” I had no voice to speak, so I just went along with it.</p><p>Recently, I heard from someone in my tribe who told me that she honestly feels that what I experienced in my <a href="https://comfortablehell.com/whats-mine-is-mine-and-whats-yours-is-mine/" target="_blank" rel="noopener">relationship with Robert</a> was rape. I hate that word and it makes me sick, but she was the THIRD FRIEND that actually called it that. THE THIRD!</p><p>I don’t want to believe it, my ego wants me to push it down and somehow sugarcoat what I went through, but I can’t because now I have others to hopefully help,  too. I am hanging my ass out there so other people will know that what they are going through may NOT be OK and they CANNOT let anyone dumb down what they are experiencing.</p><p>Only people that have something to hide will gaslight you into thinking you&#8217;re not seeing reality as it really is.</p><p>As I mentioned in a previous blog, Robert gave me 2 options every night of my life &#8211; either have sex or hear his wrath and lectures until 3am. When I listen to the recordings that I made during the torture, it makes me so incredibly sick. HOW DID I ALLOW THIS TO HAPPEN FOR ALL THOSE YEARS?? Why did I make this OK and just a part of my life?</p><p>Having sex to avoid abuse IS ALSO ABUSE and it’s also RAPE, hands down, 100%. I will NOT be told differently and you should not either. If you are enduring abuse to avoid a different type of abuse, IT’S ABUSE!</p><p>Robert would always tell me to never compare our sex life with that of others because WE ARE DIFFERENT. I bought that bullshit, can you believe that? If I would have told just ONE friend what I was going through, I’m sure they would have physically pulled me out of that house. But I stayed quiet and never shared the agony I was going through.</p><p>To my defense, I was never allowed to go out without Robert, so how would I ever tell anyone anyway? I also discovered that he was hacking into my social media for several years. I found 203 logins from his device. I believe they call that <a href="https://www.odvn.org/wp-content/uploads/2020/04/Stalking-2019.pdf" target="_blank" rel="noopener">Menacing by Stalking</a> in Ohio, but more on that later.</p>						</div>
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							<p>Somehow, I made the daily raping OK so I could keep everything “peaceful” and status quo in the environment. At least if I gave him the amount sex he wanted I could avoid being told I wasn&#8217;t good enough. It&#8217;s OK, I can take it, I have no worth. I can keep up the charade and bullshit lie that was now my life.</p><p>I also mentioned previously that Robert abused me financially. So basically, I was a hooker and he was my pimp. His &#8220;need&#8221; for sex 7 days a week, and some days more than once, was coupled with me only being “allowed” to have a joint checking account and a joint credit card.  I couldn&#8217;t even walk into a bank without him.</p><p>All my money &amp; paychecks went to the joint account while Robert had other accounts to do what he wished. Of course, he claimed full transparency with his personal accounts, but remember, this is also the guy who also claimed that someone must have climbed through my sunroof to steal my CDs from the 1990s. (Refer to <a href="https://comfortablehell.com/shout-out-to-the-person-who-wanted-to-erase-my-memory/" target="_blank" rel="noopener">previous blogs</a> on Insulting Intelligence).</p><p>I digress. I couldn’t spend any of that money on things for myself, as Robert would tell me that I didn’t have it to spend and whatever it was that I wanted was not a budget-line item. The only way he supported me was if he somehow benefited from it, too.</p><p>I had to give up taking my kids on soccer tournament weekends because it wasn’t a budget line-item. When I told him that we needed to add it to the budget he would ask me &#8220;where are we going to get that money from?&#8221; Basically, you can&#8217;t get blood out of a turnip. We were the poorest rich people around. Well, if he wasn&#8217;t benefiting from it, anyway.</p><p>That made me so incredibly sad and depressed because that was such a fun thing to do with my kids. To this day, it hurts me so much to think that I didn’t fight for that special time with my children and somehow buried all of that so I didn’t have to think about it. I made up excuses why I couldn&#8217;t take them anymore.</p><p>So, just like everything else, I somehow had no voice and just didn’t go on these weekend getaways with my kids anymore. But now wait, if Robert was invited to go along with us, then we had the money &#8211; that would be considered a “vacation” and we had a budget line-item for that.</p><p>The very first time I actually spoke up and told Robert that I wanted to take my son to a tournament 2 hours away, he, of course, said the money wasn’t there. As I kept pushing, he said that we could use vacation money if he was also invited, BUT, the only way that we could ultimately go was if I would get my son out of the hotel room at some point so we could have sex and/or I could blow him.</p><p>Yep, those were the conditions, so I said OK. I encouraged my son to go swimming with his teammates one of the nights so I could pay my debt. I mean, I should be so grateful that Robert even allowed this trip to happen in the first place. After all, he was my pimp, my supplier of life, so I owed him mine.</p><p>I hated him so much, as I fell further and further from my true self. Hatred, anger, and rage were at the core of my being, which is the exact opposite of who I am. I only existed on the planet to fall in line with Robert&#8217;s rules and give him his narcissistic supply to keep him going, keep him pumped up.</p><p>Several times a week I would get a lecture about how I&#8217;m not satisfying him properly, so we started seeing a sex therapist, at his request. His hope was that I could learn how to desire him more during sex. He also was threatening to leave me if I wouldn&#8217;t have a threesome. He told me that he shouldn&#8217;t have to give up his desires because his partner wasn&#8217;t interested in the same things.</p><p>I began to believe I was deficient and needed to learn how to be a better partner. How was it that everyone else had this figured out and I was just so bad at it? If I could just desire sex 7 days a week too, maybe he would stop torturing me and telling me all the ways that I&#8217;m not good enough. But that wasn&#8217;t happening.</p><p>I realize now that I was terrorized, raped, and continually disrespected as a woman and a human being by the person who supposedly &#8220;loved&#8221; me, and I took it. I accepted it.</p><p>But how did I allow this to happen?</p>						</div>
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		<div class="saboxplugin-wrap" itemtype="http://schema.org/Person" itemscope itemprop="author"><div class="saboxplugin-tab"><div class="saboxplugin-gravatar"><img decoding="async" width="100" height="100" src="https://comfortablehell.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/05/Saxby-Pic-150x150.jpg" class="avatar avatar-100 photo" alt="Sarah Saxby" /></div><div class="saboxplugin-authorname"><a href="https://comfortablehell.com/author/user1/" class="vcard author" rel="author"><span class="fn">Sarah Saxby</span></a></div><div class="saboxplugin-desc"><div itemprop="description"><p>Sarah Saxby is a Holistic Nutrition Consultant, Transformation Coach, and blogger that uses Kabbalistic Astrology, Human Design, and intuitive guidance to lead her clients to finally live with clarity, fulfillment, and internal happiness. You can also find her at <a href="https://strategiesforhappiness.com/" target="_blank" rel="noopener">Strategies for Happiness</a> where you can <a href="https://strategiesforhappiness.com/book-now/" target="_blank" rel="noopener">schedule an Astrological Alignment Reading</a> or a free, 15-minute Discovery Call to discuss Nutrition and/or Transformational Coaching sessions.</p>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>I stopped accepting all that nonsense as my only reality - now I know that if I’m not living my truth then I am lying to everyone.</p>
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							<p>For me, one of the hardest parts of healing from abusive relationships is coming to terms with the fact that your partner never REALLY &#8220;loved&#8221; you. It&#8217;s kind of mindblowing, heartbreaking, and depressing all at the same time.</p><p>You&#8217;ve gotten yourself out of the situation, so it&#8217;s time to reflect, but all you can do is shake your head because nothing was really as it seemed&#8230; and it seemed SO incredibly real, I know!</p><p>To my partners, love wasn&#8217;t limitless and unconditional, it was just a logical concept. It&#8217;s kinda like reading a book about love &#8211; it was understood, like mathematics, but not felt with the heart. You see, because that person&#8217;s heart was being protected at all costs, and usually at the expense of you, the one who FEELS EVERYTHING.</p><p>But let me be clear about something I know for certain, as I sit in reflection on all my relationships, no matter how REAL it may have seemed, if you are not being uplifted, inspired, and supported by the person you are with, it&#8217;s not love.</p><p>If you are being told that YOU need to change to make things better, it&#8217;s not love. If the boundaries you wish you could enforce are being demolished and steamrolled every day, it&#8217;s not love. If you&#8217;re threatening to leave a relationship and your partner is STILL complaining about YOU, it&#8217;s not love, it&#8217;s just this false idea of what we have always believed love to be.</p><p>As I&#8217;ve said in my past blogs, if the person I was with wasn&#8217;t creating enough drama, I would somehow manage to <a href="https://comfortablehell.com/i-wasnt-ready-for-healthy/" target="_blank" rel="noopener">stir up the drama</a> myself. It&#8217;s not like I actually enjoyed the turmoil and volatility (at least, I don&#8217;t think I did), but if any other way of operating existed, I certainly wasn&#8217;t aware of it.</p><p>My very first experiences with &#8220;love&#8221; and &#8220;safety&#8221; were played out on a stage closely resembling a battleground with emotionally immature actors. Throughout my entire dating &amp; marriage careers, I have taken painstaking efforts to seek out only emotionally immature actors to star in the movie of my life.</p>						</div>
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							<p>And why wouldn&#8217;t I do that? I mean, who was I learning emotional health from? I was just getting caught in a familiar loop where each experience would look different on the surface, but the lesson (or hidden message) was always the same.</p><p>And hear me tell you, it will ALWAYS be the same until you begin to draw the line in the sand and have some love &amp; respect for YOU.</p><p>I&#8217;m in a place right now where I&#8217;m just exhausted. I have wasted so much energy keeping up the love-charade, where I only allow myself to be loved as a surface-level concept. Where I am just an object expected to push down my own needs and abandon the person that I really am so I can merely EXIST without being yelled at, punished, and reminded of my inadequacies.</p><p>I am FAR from inadequate and I refuse to only exist.</p><p>My childhood may have primed me for this type of reality, but there&#8217;s a reason why this universe gave us eyes in the front of our heads and not the back. Nothing is carved out in stone and it is NEVER too late to make adjustments to the only path you&#8217;ve ever known. I am SO over being responsible for everyone&#8217;s happiness, I mean, who do I think I am, anyway?</p><p>And if the person who &#8220;loves&#8221; me seriously sets out to ruin my day or put me down because my #1 goal in life is NO LONGER satisfying your extreme and unobtainable needs, you need to move on to the next person who&#8217;s willing to give you that surface-level, temporary, supply. Oh, they&#8217;re out there, I&#8217;m sure, but thank God it&#8217;s no longer me because I am only responsible for myself. If I&#8217;m not living my truth then I am lying to everyone.</p><p>On my run this morning I set my iTunes to shuffle and the most random songs were playing, songs that I haven&#8217;t listened to for so long. Well, let&#8217;s face it, nothing is random, I guess I needed to hear the song &#8220;<a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wonderful_(Gary_Go_song)" target="_blank" rel="noopener">Wonderful</a>&#8221; by Gary Go. In the song, Gary repeats the sentence &#8220;say I am wonderful&#8221; many times.</p><p>So, you know what? I AM wonderful, so are you, let&#8217;s stop accepting this bullshit as our only reality because it&#8217;s not. It&#8217;s very possible that taking the first step is the hardest thing you&#8217;ll have to do.</p>						</div>
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		<div class="saboxplugin-wrap" itemtype="http://schema.org/Person" itemscope itemprop="author"><div class="saboxplugin-tab"><div class="saboxplugin-gravatar"><img decoding="async" width="100" height="100" src="https://comfortablehell.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/05/Saxby-Pic-150x150.jpg" class="avatar avatar-100 photo" alt="Sarah Saxby" /></div><div class="saboxplugin-authorname"><a href="https://comfortablehell.com/author/user1/" class="vcard author" rel="author"><span class="fn">Sarah Saxby</span></a></div><div class="saboxplugin-desc"><div itemprop="description"><p>Sarah Saxby is a Holistic Nutrition Consultant, Transformation Coach, and blogger that uses Kabbalistic Astrology, Human Design, and intuitive guidance to lead her clients to finally live with clarity, fulfillment, and internal happiness. You can also find her at <a href="https://strategiesforhappiness.com/" target="_blank" rel="noopener">Strategies for Happiness</a> where you can <a href="https://strategiesforhappiness.com/book-now/" target="_blank" rel="noopener">schedule an Astrological Alignment Reading</a> or a free, 15-minute Discovery Call to discuss Nutrition and/or Transformational Coaching sessions.</p>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 08 Oct 2022 10:00:38 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>Actually listening to their ex's warnings doesn't seem like too much to ask if it's going to save you from years of torture, does it?</p>
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							<p>My guess is that many of us have been in a situation where you start dating someone and there&#8217;s a &#8220;crazy&#8221; ex. Everybody loves to tell those stories, right? There&#8217;s so much energy to gain when we&#8217;re talking about all the psychotic things the ex is doing, saying, etc.</p><p>Now, as I mentioned in my previous blog, there are people who have no problem doing horrible things to people, literally just to do them, so I get that. But I feel, oftentimes, we&#8217;re so infatuated with our new hologram of a partner, that we prefer to just talk about how crazy the ex is, rather than, at the very least, consider some of what this person is actually saying.</p><p>Once again, it&#8217;s just easier. It also makes us feel pretty darn good about ourselves. And besides, WE are the lucky ones now, right? WE won the prize!</p><p>Let me briefly explain why I call new partners &#8220;holograms&#8221;. I really don&#8217;t believe that we truly see someone for who they really are in the beginning of a relationship, nor are we necessarily who WE really are either.</p><p>I mean, look at me, for God&#8217;s sake. I&#8217;ve had 1000 relationships and not once have I EVER been myself. I call myself a pod-person, just walking around, mitigating my behavior to please the other person. Who cares about my needs and boundaries? Obviously not me.  One of my greatest friends in the world, Peter &#8220;Pete&#8221; Peterson, and I call them &#8220;soulmate suits.&#8221;</p><p>You go out on a date and the person is wearing that damn soulmate suit, so we think it&#8217;s our freaking soulmate and we start doing stupid shit, like saying &#8220;I love you&#8221; way too soon, or jointly make a big purchase, or sharing finances, or moving in together. You get what I&#8217;m saying.</p><p>Six months later, the suit falls off and we don&#8217;t even know who we&#8217;re looking at anymore, but ah, it&#8217;s too late now! We already did all that stupid shit that I mentioned. Gotta move forward with this stranger you&#8217;d really rather hit in the head with a frying pan than live with, all while remaining a pod-person.</p>						</div>
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							<p>So, now actually listening to their ex&#8217;s warnings, or even just reflecting a bit on what they&#8217;re saying doesn&#8217;t seem like too much to ask if it&#8217;s going to save you from years of torture, does it?</p><p>I was in a situation once where the ex did put out a very serious APB. And I mean, like no joke. If I think back to everything she said, it lines up perfectly with what I went through. The writing was on the wall&#8230; and on social media, but I turned a blind eye.</p><p>I do have to say that she did and said some pretty awful things about me without even knowing me. She ruined many of my days. But let&#8217;s face it, she was pissed about how things ended up and didn&#8217;t want to see him happy. Whatever. I have to consider all of the red flags, including her giant one, that I chose to ignore just to remain comfortable (hell, that is).</p><p>If I respected myself, <a href="https://comfortablehell.com/i-wasnt-ready-for-healthy/" target="_blank" rel="noopener">set boundaries</a>, and simply just took some time to get to know the person I was dating, everything would have come out in the proverbial wash very early in the relationship. But that would have taken effort on my part.</p><p>Here are a few things to consider that are so insanely obvious, but we brush under the rug:</p><ol><li>Your partner was in a relationship with someone you deemed as crazy.</li><li>If their ex was crazy, how can your partner not have at least a little bit of crazy too?</li><li>Your partner, with a little bit of crazy AND a crazy ex, also picked you.</li></ol><p>Let&#8217;s face it, the relationship apple doesn&#8217;t fall far from the tree. Here&#8217;s where I need to reflect on all of those &#8220;crazy&#8221; aspects and determine where they show up within me. People that drive us nuts are, hands down, the biggest mirrors for our personal growth. Until I can locate these aspects and transform them inside of me, I might still be ok with being a pod-person.</p><p>So, to the ex of any future dude I date, it&#8217;s possible that I will think you’re batshit crazy, but I promise to always heed your warnings.</p>						</div>
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		<div class="saboxplugin-wrap" itemtype="http://schema.org/Person" itemscope itemprop="author"><div class="saboxplugin-tab"><div class="saboxplugin-gravatar"><img decoding="async" width="100" height="100" src="https://comfortablehell.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/05/Saxby-Pic-150x150.jpg" class="avatar avatar-100 photo" alt="Sarah Saxby" /></div><div class="saboxplugin-authorname"><a href="https://comfortablehell.com/author/user1/" class="vcard author" rel="author"><span class="fn">Sarah Saxby</span></a></div><div class="saboxplugin-desc"><div itemprop="description"><p>Sarah Saxby is a Holistic Nutrition Consultant, Transformation Coach, and blogger that uses Kabbalistic Astrology, Human Design, and intuitive guidance to lead her clients to finally live with clarity, fulfillment, and internal happiness. You can also find her at <a href="https://strategiesforhappiness.com/" target="_blank" rel="noopener">Strategies for Happiness</a> where you can <a href="https://strategiesforhappiness.com/book-now/" target="_blank" rel="noopener">schedule an Astrological Alignment Reading</a> or a free, 15-minute Discovery Call to discuss Nutrition and/or Transformational Coaching sessions.</p>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Sarah Saxby]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 28 Sep 2022 10:00:53 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>If you defy their will then be prepared to feel their wrath because hell hath no fury like a Narcissist denied.</p>
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							<p>I’m reading a book called “Why is it Always about You?” by Sandy Hotchkiss, LCSW. This book has been a real central part of my healing and understanding and has also shed some light on why I look for, and subsequently allow, abuse in my relationships.</p><p>As I mentioned in a previous blog, during one of my relationships, I always had two options &#8211; one, meet his needs, or two, get yelled at, be it either all day or until 3:00 in the morning, literally unable to sleep. That was it and I allowed it.</p><p>As a side note, he did say to me once “how was I supposed to know it was abuse if you never told me it was?” Now, I’m sure you all might have mixed feelings about that question.</p><p>I have been very vocal about the responsibility I take for my ignorance in all of my relationships. I have been a student of The Kabbalah Centre for over 20 years. I’ve been through the spiritual school of hard knocks and have faced my ego square in the face more times than I’d like to mention.</p><p>But when does a grown-ass man start taking responsibility, as well, and say “yeah, I really treated her like shit, I need to figure out what’s wrong with me and fix it.” Sadly, that didn’t happen in our relationship. No matter what therapist we worked with, it was always about me changing and adjusting my behavior to see how I could better support him. I was always encouraged to focus on the positive, reflect on our good times, stop remembering the bad times.</p><p>Well, I’m not sure what got into me at some point, but I started to write down all of the abuse I was enduring. I began keeping a journal of all of the times I decided to buck the system (not my system, of course) and had to deal with his rage, threats, and endless &#8211; and I mean ENDLESS &#8211; rantings about how I’m not giving him what he needs.</p><p>My journal had 55 items listed in it. That is 55 different abusive situations that I allowed because I had zero respect for myself. My partner wasn’t happy about this journal, but I’m certain he read it several times, because I was just an extension of him. I didn’t really exist as a separate human being. Everything that was mine, was his.</p><p>I also started recording him. I recorded him yelling, swearing, and threatening me, following me all over the house. You can hear me telling him to stay away and give me my space, but I had no rights. This was his world, his home, his “person” and his person was causing him problems.</p><p>In order to keep some peace in our home I had to allow him into the bathroom whenever I was in there. I can honestly say that I was never in the bathroom alone for many years. I’m not sure what he thought I was doing in there, but he wasn’t going to EVER give me any time to myself.</p>						</div>
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							<p>Well, I didn’t really exist as an individual, so why did I need to be separated from him? We had one of those big bathrooms where the sinks, shower, and closet are all in one room. Fortunately, the actual toilet was in a separate room, but I’m sure if it was more socially acceptable, he would have been in there with me, too.</p><p>I hated him for always being in there, always watching me, partly like a two year old child who&#8217;s begging for his mom&#8217;s attention, but also like a two year old in a man&#8217;s body that has no problem throwing a tantrum if he doesn&#8217;t get his needs met. But I didn’t stick up for myself, so maybe it was actually ME that I hated?</p><p>He constantly stared at me and if I went into the closet to change, to get some privacy, he would get pissed and say “why are you hiding from me?” So many years, I NEVER showered by myself. I NEVER changed my clothes without him there. He actually manipulated me by saying “you are the only woman I am able to see naked, don&#8217;t you think I deserve to see my woman walk around like this?”</p><p>He actually pulled this pathetic bullshit on me like he was in such a sad situation. I’m the ONLY woman he gets to see naked, I should forgo the right to any privacy to please him. That was a threat, he was threatening me &#8211; that I needed to meet this need of his, allow him in the bathroom with me or else. Or else what?  I mean, what the hell was I afraid of?  Why could I never rock the boat?  Why couldn&#8217;t I stand up and be a woman, with MY OWN needs and desires?</p><p>Every time he came through that bathroom door I wanted to punch him in the face. During one of our last blowout fights I stood up for myself and told him that if the bathroom door is shut he does NOT come through it. I am a grown woman and I need time to myself.</p><p>A couple of days later I was showering and brushing my teeth with the door closed. Keep in mind, I literally take no more than 10 minutes in the bathroom because I have respect for him needing to get in there, too. I also make it a point to take super quick showers because we have several other people in the home that need to shower, as well, and I want to make sure they have hot water.</p><p>Not this guy. He will take 30-minute showers whenever he wants.  If anyone else is in the shower longer than he thinks is acceptable, he will turn the hot water off in the house while they are showering.  I cannot make this shit up.</p><p>When I’d confront him about this, he would, once again, insult my intelligence and say he didn’t turn the hot water off. Everyone, and I mean everyone, in the house knows he did that. I digress.</p><p>When I was finishing up in the bathroom after being in there for maybe five minutes, he knocked on the door, completely disrespecting the boundary I put in place. He wanted to come in but I stuck to my guns, including my newly createded boundary, and said “I will be out in three minutes.” His response? “Are you fucking kidding me? What the fuck are you doing in there? This is fucking ridiculous.” Oh my dear, I snuck a couple dudes in here when you weren&#8217;t looking.  Give us a few more minutes to finish, please.</p><p>I will end this blog by adding a few words by <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Sandy-Hotchkiss/e/B001ITTKPI/ref=dp_byline_cont_pop_book_1" target="_blank" rel="noopener">Sandy Hotchkiss</a>:</p><p>&#8220;It is the nature of narcissistic entitlement to see the situation from only one very subjective point of view that says, &#8216;My feelings and needs are all that matter, and whatever I want, I should get.’ Mutuality and reciprocity are entirely alien concepts, because others exist only to agree, obey, flatter, and comfort &#8211; in short, to anticipate and meet my every need. If you cannot make yourself useful in meeting my need, you are of no value and will most likely be treated accordingly, and if you defy my will, prepare to feel my wrath. Hell hath no fury like a Narcissist denied.”</p>						</div>
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		<div class="saboxplugin-wrap" itemtype="http://schema.org/Person" itemscope itemprop="author"><div class="saboxplugin-tab"><div class="saboxplugin-gravatar"><img decoding="async" width="100" height="100" src="https://comfortablehell.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/05/Saxby-Pic-150x150.jpg" class="avatar avatar-100 photo" alt="Sarah Saxby" /></div><div class="saboxplugin-authorname"><a href="https://comfortablehell.com/author/user1/" class="vcard author" rel="author"><span class="fn">Sarah Saxby</span></a></div><div class="saboxplugin-desc"><div itemprop="description"><p>Sarah Saxby is a Holistic Nutrition Consultant, Transformation Coach, and blogger that uses Kabbalistic Astrology, Human Design, and intuitive guidance to lead her clients to finally live with clarity, fulfillment, and internal happiness. You can also find her at <a href="https://strategiesforhappiness.com/" target="_blank" rel="noopener">Strategies for Happiness</a> where you can <a href="https://strategiesforhappiness.com/book-now/" target="_blank" rel="noopener">schedule an Astrological Alignment Reading</a> or a free, 15-minute Discovery Call to discuss Nutrition and/or Transformational Coaching sessions.</p>
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		<title>I Wasn&#8217;t Ready for Healthy</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Sarah Saxby]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 24 Sep 2022 10:00:25 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>I just wasn’t strong enough yet and had to go through more learning experiences – I wasn’t ready for healthy.</p>
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							<p>Up until this point in my life, I realize that I have only really been “comfortable” in abusive relationships. They are hell, but at least they are familiar, so there’s that.</p><p>In my past, the universe would always sprinkle in a few healthier guys just to see what I would do, see if I’d take the bait. Oh, I’d take the bait, but quickly throw it back into the ocean because they just didn’t want or “need” me the way that I was used to.</p><p>If they weren’t completely throwing themselves at me the very first week of dating, I assumed they weren’t interested, so I’d play this stupid game where I wasn’t available and pretend I was totally aloof.</p><p>Let’s take the guy my daughters&#8217; refer to as The DILF.</p><p>I honestly can’t blame them for calling him that because this guy was and will always be a perfect specimen. He looks like he should be in a biology book where people are studying perfect bone and skeleton structures. I really outdid myself back then and will give myself a well-deserved pat on the back for that one.</p>						</div>
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							<p>I’m not completely convinced that even HE knew how beautiful he was. Because we lived kinda far from each other, he asked me if he would be able to shower at my place before our first date. I’m like, “ummmm, ok.” I have NO idea why he walked out of the bathroom with only his towel on (I’m pretty sure I went into an unconscious state as soon as the door opened), but he did, and that will forever be engrained in my mind as a wonderful memory.</p><p>Now, this guy was not only amazing looking, he was also very sweet and caring. He was driven and had real plans for his career and future. He had his own place and drove his own car (crazy, right?). We connected on a spiritual level and shared books and bits of wisdom with each other when we were together. I remember that there was a very deep and meaningful poem that we would always read to each other.</p><p>For all intents and purposes, this had the makings of a very healthy partnership, but there was one issue &#8211; he just got out of a long-term relationship. Keep in mind, he’s NORMAL! So, one of the very first things he told me when we met was that he just wasn’t quite ready to commit himself to anyone. He said that his previous relationship was special and it really broke his heart, so he just wasn’t looking for anything serious at this time.</p>						</div>
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							<p>Now, a healthy person would really appreciate that and just kinda go with the flow, see what happens. Well, not ME, because I relate to drama, torture, and abuse. So, what do I do? I start with the attitude of “well, I’ll show him!” “I’m not good enough for a relationship with him now? We’ll see about that.”</p><p>I start playing hard to get, not answering calls, acting like I’m so busy and unavailable. I mean, this is someone that I REALLY like and has been so incredibly sweet and honest to me! WTF?</p><p>I don’t remember all of the details around the next 6 months or so, but I know I tortured myself, most likely because I wasn’t getting tortured by him. I know we kept in touch and went out here and there, but in my head, I was playing a game. A game he knew nothing about.</p><p>Flash forward, I’m at my friend’s wedding and I decided to ask him if he wants to be my date. He doesn’t answer me right away, he said that he would think about it. That’s not a good look for me because I immediately take that as “I’m not <a href="https://comfortablehell.com/if-i-was-sick-i-was-completely-useless/" target="_blank" rel="noopener">good enough</a>” and start getting an attitude about it.</p><p>Really, all he wanted to do was organize a few details on his end before making a decision, you know, because he has a life outside of me (how dare he). However, to me, the delay is stirring up feelings of unworthiness, inadequacy, and powerlessness. The only thing running through my head is how I could never be as good as his ex, I’m not good enough for someone so perfect, and I will lose in the end, anyway.</p>						</div>
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							<p>Well, a few days later he calls me and says “I’d like to go to your friend’s wedding and I’d also like to invite you to dinner with my parents. We are going to celebrate my graduation and I’d like you to be a part of it.”</p><p>It was everything I’d been waiting to hear. My response to this is more difficult to write than I thought, as I sit here and shake my head. You know what I said to him?</p><p>“How dare you treat me the way that you have and expect me to just be your girlfriend now. Do you have any idea how much I put up with all these months and now you just want to make a commitment?”</p><p>Yep, that’s what I said. I think we call this “self-sabotage.”</p><p>Again, because he’s a normal person, he cut all ties with me. He wouldn’t even respond to my apologies by phone and email. He had boundaries that he respected and he wasn’t going to let anyone cross them.</p><p>So, to the DILF, thank you for teaching me boundaries, although I didn’t realize it then. I would say sorry for being such an idiot, but I’m being kind to myself. I just wasn’t strong enough yet and had to go through more learning experiences. I get it now.</p>						</div>
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		<div class="saboxplugin-wrap" itemtype="http://schema.org/Person" itemscope itemprop="author"><div class="saboxplugin-tab"><div class="saboxplugin-gravatar"><img decoding="async" width="100" height="100" src="https://comfortablehell.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/05/Saxby-Pic-150x150.jpg" class="avatar avatar-100 photo" alt="Sarah Saxby" /></div><div class="saboxplugin-authorname"><a href="https://comfortablehell.com/author/user1/" class="vcard author" rel="author"><span class="fn">Sarah Saxby</span></a></div><div class="saboxplugin-desc"><div itemprop="description"><p>Sarah Saxby is a Holistic Nutrition Consultant, Transformation Coach, and blogger that uses Kabbalistic Astrology, Human Design, and intuitive guidance to lead her clients to finally live with clarity, fulfillment, and internal happiness. You can also find her at <a href="https://strategiesforhappiness.com/" target="_blank" rel="noopener">Strategies for Happiness</a> where you can <a href="https://strategiesforhappiness.com/book-now/" target="_blank" rel="noopener">schedule an Astrological Alignment Reading</a> or a free, 15-minute Discovery Call to discuss Nutrition and/or Transformational Coaching sessions.</p>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Sarah Saxby]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 27 Aug 2022 08:00:37 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>Now things with Goose didn't start off great. He didn't trust me...like every single guy I've ever dated. I didn't give him any reason not to trust me, but he didn't.</p>
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							<p><span style="font-weight: 400;">When I look back over the last 30+ years of my relationships, you might say I&#8217;ve been all over the board. Some might say that I have a &#8220;type.&#8221; I&#8217;m not sure. I can tell you that being in a relationship, to me, feels really heavy and controlling.</span></p><p><span style="font-weight: 400;">For the most part, I take responsibility for that because I completely give away my power in the beginning. I stop expressing my true self and merge into my partner &#8211; hense, my <a href="https://comfortablehell.com/house-of-cards/" target="_blank" rel="noopener">childhood with no boundaries</a> and not knowing where &#8220;I&#8221; begin or end.</span></p><p><span style="font-weight: 400;">That&#8217;s all I know!</span></p><p><span style="font-weight: 400;">Just enmesh yourself with your partner and forget who you are. That&#8217;s my go-to move. I can say that my partners didn&#8217;t really love me, that they only wanted to control me, but for one, I gave them control. Two, I&#8217;m not sure I loved them either.</span></p><p><span style="font-weight: 400;">What is love, anyway?</span><span style="font-weight: 400;"> Well, I love my kids, I know that. I love hiking near lakes and how the air smells and feels. I love laughing with friends until it hurts. I love inspiring other people and watching them grow and transform. I also love my plants.</span></p>						</div>
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							<p><span style="font-weight: 400;">I had a relationship once, we&#8217;ll call him Goose.I can honestly say that this was the closest thing to genuine love that I ever experienced. Back in the day, my default move was to date younger guys, most likely because I was immature in a lot of ways.</span></p><p><span style="font-weight: 400;">Now things with Goose didn&#8217;t start off great. He didn&#8217;t trust me&#8230;like every single guy I&#8217;ve ever dated. I didn&#8217;t give him any reason not to trust me, but he didn&#8217;t.</span></p><p><span style="font-weight: 400;">Let&#8217;s just say along with dating younger dudes, I dated insecure ones, too. Hmmm, could it be because they made me feel wanted and &#8220;loved&#8221;? For sure. They were also easier to keep, I didn&#8217;t have to wonder if they were interested in me. </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">Their insecurity kept them needy and right by my side.</span></p><p><span style="font-weight: 400;">So one day, in the first few months of dating, Goose read my diary. He told me with tears running down his face. I asked him if he found out how much I love him&#8230; and he said &#8220;yes.&#8221; He felt so bad, but my thought was that I would never be able to trust him again.</span></p><p><span style="font-weight: 400;">Strangely, I went to see my psychic advisor shortly thereafter and she told me to stay with him. She didn&#8217;t say why, exactly, but she was a wonderful person and had never steered me wrong, not in 10 years.</span></p><p><span style="font-weight: 400;">Flash forward, Goose and I managed to stay together for two years. It was so much fun, but we wanted very different things and were in very different places. Hands down, the most mature thing that I&#8217;ve ever been through in my life was about to unfold &#8211; </span><span style="font-weight: 400;">we gave each other up to follow our dreams.</span><span style="font-weight: 400;"> We cried, talked about all the fun times we had, and then he was gone.</span></p><p><span style="font-weight: 400;">I had never felt so alive and fulfilled in my life. I faced the impossible! I walked away from a person that I loved, and actually got along with, so he could find the person that was more appropriate&#8230;and he did the same for me!</span></p><p><span style="font-weight: 400;">I felt like I advanced spiritually like 100 levels all in one day. I have to say, <em>Goose, thank you for that</em>. That was a truly loving act that I will always cherish. It also feels so good to be able to talk about my past. Something I haven&#8217;t been allowed to do for many years.</span></p>						</div>
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