Two Onions

Relationships are like onions. Chopping an onion renders it chemically reactive. Aromatic compounds burn the eyes, inducing the flow of tears. When the volatility is too much, you have to part ways from the Onion, leaving the room. Sometimes, you have to part ways from your Other. This blog is my perspective on my own leave taking from a chemically reactive relationship with a narcissist. Read on if you are not afraid of words that may chop, cut, or react with your lachrimal ducts.

Thursday, May 25, 2017

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I moved my life around for you. I trusted you and your dreams. I let my guard down.

And you went off and let someone advise you that doesn't know much at all. Someone who has no idea about all the players. You listened to someone you've known for a solid month. Someone who only knows how to flatter you and your ego. Someone who knows how to manipulate you into sending more money than you can pay him, so that he can advise you on how to cut off the relationships that were meant to be the Divine in your life.

So go ahead. I dare you.

I'm sorry if the Divine in me bites you in the ass.