The Can of Worms…

Can of worms, Jack-in-the-box, Pandora’s box – pick your analogy.  Doesn’t matter.  The can is open, Jack’s out and won’t go back and the lid to the box is just standing ajar.  Sigh.

Yep, talking about the toys was the slippery slope, the gateway to hell for the conversations I’ve been avoiding for a while now.  I don’t have a lot more to say, out of respect for MP’s privacy, but feel free to note that neither of us are enjoying this process much.

I am standing firm on the patch of ground bordered by the message that his feelings are not my problem, it’s not up to me to cure them.  Getting closer now is not the solution.  He needs to work on his own stuff.  It’s not up to me.  Repeat hourly.

I think that I won’t talk about this anymore here.   I don’t think I will.

The up-side is that it’s now really clear that I want to go to munches on my own.  It came with a price, for both of us, but it is what it is.

Working on my zen…



14 thoughts on “The Can of Worms…

  1. I am unsure what to say except for that I love you and will always be ready to hold space for you as you explore. I know that this is raw and sharp ground for both of you. As angry as I have been for MPs inaction, I have compassion for his rawness as well. You know how to reach me and that I’ve been on this path too. Much love for you and hope you will never give up on yourself.

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