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"When Love Reaches an Impasse" How many times have we tried to be honest with our lover, only to be told not to share? What does it take? To love someone unconditionally, accept their faults, and appreciate their point of view? Some times I have tried to be honest. Honesty, should not always be spoken. Sometimes people are never ready to hear a certain issue. It is that certain issue that cannot be overcome that will destroy a love relationship. How can one feel intimate when they are denied to speak? How can one truly become close if they must deny talking about something that still affects them? If only we did not have tragedy in our lives. I would hope the person who loved me, would allow me to talk about my fears, scars, and painful history. Sometimes, because our partner has veiled their past, and they do not want us to reveal ours. We become distressed, as we have to deny a part of who we are. The truth is often too painful. How does one grow, if he or she is not allowed to talk about the wreckage of the past? It is by talking, sharing, and accepting that one realizes they no longer have to be a slave to their past. Freedom, the ultimate goal. It’s so often never realized by those who seek it most. Sometimes, we are trapped in the past even though we never talk about it. It hangs on our shoulders, like razor-sharp hooks embedded deeply into our soul. We know the tragedy, degradation, and ruthlessness of a past experience. Furthermore, we are denied by ourselves the right to talk and seek help that we might heal. We believe it is unsafe to tell anyone of our abuse, torture, and mind manipulation. To me this is the greatest tragedy of all. The abuser has truly won when they’ve convinced us we’re worthless. When they’ve convinced us to hold it in, we lose the freedom to heal. I have come to terms with my past and those who harmed me. I talk freely, and warn others to lookout for the signs. We must be on guard for evil and people who follow in wickedness. There are no easy answers, only pariahs who come into our lives and re-map our brains by their constant badgering. They tell us who we are, what we are, and what we are worth. I know who I am, I know what I’m worth, and I know they are wrong. Thomas A. Sutor P.O. Box 2343 Lompoc CA 93438
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All written word is "The Opinion" of Thomas A. unless otherwise noted...
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