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June 25, 2025 at 9:29 pm in reply to: Trying to heal from possible narcissistic mother + build own life #447123
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ParticipantI wish I could hear/ read more from you, Sophie. I wish we could talk more.
Anita
June 25, 2025 at 7:52 pm in reply to: Should I Forget about him, or was he the one that got away? #447122anita
ParticipantAnd about your sister, it makes me sad how much your mother had hurt you when she told you that you are not as pretty as her. That hurt lingers in you, and that too makes me sad.
Anita
June 25, 2025 at 7:46 pm in reply to: Should I Forget about him, or was he the one that got away? #447121anita
ParticipantDear Emma:
After sending you my last message, I was driving to the farm when something struck me. You mentioned that Philip could be judgmental—and that it was something you didn’t like. But as I thought more about it, I wondered: if you grew up with a judgmental parent, then a partner with similar traits might hold a strange kind of emotional pull.
Not because it feels good—but because it holds a deep hope, something like: maybe this time, I’ll be the exception. Maybe this person will finally give me the full acceptance I longed for growing up. It becomes a quiet wish to rewrite the old story—by winning over someone who reminds you of the one you couldn’t reach. It’s like trying to heal an old wound in a new way.
And often, when someone is already kind and accepting from the start… they don’t spark that same emotional charge. Because there’s no struggle. No uphill climb to earn love.
That thought came to me before I even read your latest messages, where you wrote: “He reminded me of my father and brother: my father being bossy and forceful at times, telling me I should not be so dreamy/absent minded … I do think I could see through his shell, and saw his softness on the inside… They say you look for someone who is like your father (as a girl).”-
He reminded you of your father—bossy, judgmental—and that might have been part of the appeal. Maybe what drew you to him was the chance to finally reach the softness you never got from your father. A second chance at something unfinished.
About why I said I don’t think he was compatible with you—it’s because he talked too much about himself, didn’t ask you questions about you, and was judgmental toward your innocent, lovely ways of being. The dynamic I mentioned above—trying to rewrite a parental story within a romantic relationship—doesn’t build compatibility. It tends to create intensity, emotional upheaval, and often, disappointment.
I just read the last sentence in your third post: “I must say have a tendency for limerence too – I do believe it is connected.”- yes, I believe it is connected. Limerence often involves intense infatuation with someone who feels emotionally just out of reach—someone who may be inconsistent, distant, in ways that create emotional hunger and longing. That dynamic can feel magnetic for someone whose parental and other early experiences of love were shaped by conditional approval, criticism, or the need to “earn” warmth from a parent.
So if your father was bossy and judgmental—it’s very possible that a person like Philip, who mirrored some of those same traits, lit up something familiar and unfinished in your emotional world. The hope, often unconscious, is: maybe I can finally win over this version of my father. That “winning over” becomes the emotional thrill of limerence.
In other words: the more emotionally unavailable or critical the person is, the more it triggers the old script—the quest for love, validation, and proof of worth. It’s not just attraction, it’s an emotional reenactment. And limerence, with all its highs and lows, can feel intoxicating because it mimics that unpredictable search for acceptance she may have experienced growing up.
Does all this sound true to you?
Your work at the bookstore sounds like such a perfect fit for you, and your dressing up for Renaissance Fairs and eccentric clothing —sound absolutely lovely.
As for my day, I did a lot of mowing out on the big farm and spent some time cutting back blackberries. Unfortunately, while doing that, a stinging nettle brushed against my hand… and now it itches, burns, and tingles 😞
Anita
June 25, 2025 at 11:59 am in reply to: Should I Forget about him, or was he the one that got away? #447107anita
ParticipantDear Emma:
You wrote today (evening where you are): “I am sorry for once again sharing these heavy feelings with you, even after we wrote the letter.” —
There’s no need to apologize, Emma. All your feelings—light or heavy—have space here. As much space as they need.
In your original post on June 19, you wrote:
“He talked a lot about himself… Initially, I was put off… I remembered not finding him physically attractive… So I told him I wanted to cancel the date… Then he convinced me to stay… I had been so wrong – he was so handsome!… I have severe anxious attachment, resulting in me being very scared of rejection… It felt safer to me to not invest too much emotionally if I expect someone to leave me… It feels safer to flee myself rather than him rejecting me…
“I told him, a few days later, that I was not sure about us again… I said to him I might want to inclusively date… I broke it off with him… This was the 3rd time I made an attempt to break it off. I said to him he should not try and convince me to stay again, as we would be trapped in this loop.”
And today, June 25, you wrote:
“I have been talking to some other guys in the past few weeks, and even though with two of them I seem to have found some more common interests, and I think maybe they dare to present themselves more vulnerable in ways, which made it easier to connect, there are things missing which I had with Philip… I hardly knew Philip… I think I am wondering this to find out if I am mourning the loss of someone I would not have been compatible with anyway.”
What stands out to me this morning is this: maybe the safest place for you to love a man right now is in his absence. Because absence doesn’t ask you to be vulnerable in real time. It doesn’t ask you to stand there, heart open, unsure of how the other will respond. Distance gives you space to idealize, to feel everything fully, without the threat of rejection, misunderstanding, or loss of control.
This doesn’t make your feelings less real. Quite the opposite—it shows how alive and deeply wired your heart is. But it might help explain a cycle: wanting in, then wanting out, then wanting back in again. When intimacy comes too close, it can feel overwhelming… but too much distance, and the ache begins.
It felt risky to love Philip up close. So at first, you were put off. You didn’t find him attractive. You tried to cancel a date. You told him you weren’t sure. You broke up—more than once. The key line from you: “It felt safer to me to not invest too much emotionally if I expect someone to leave me.”
Now that he’s gone, and the threat of real-time rejection is over (he blocked you, and stayed blocked even after you reached out)—you are free to invest, free to love him. The danger has passed. The space is safe. There’s no more tightrope, no more emotional ambiguity to tiptoe across.
And those other guys? You wrote: “I have been talking to some other guys… there are things missing which I had with Philip.” One thing missing may be that they haven’t rejected you yet. And maybe that’s what makes them feel unsafe—because if they’re still available, rejection is still a possibility.
In your words: “It felt safer to flee myself rather than him rejecting me.” That line feels like a window into the part of you that’s learned to leave first, before being left. And now that Philip is gone, you’re free to feel everything you couldn’t let yourself feel when he was still within reach. It’s safer to love from a distance…?
My honest sense is that you and Philip were likely not compatible for a long-term relationship—and that part of his emotional pull now may come from the safety of distance. It’s easier to yearn for what can no longer hurt you, and safer to idealize someone who won’t offer the chance to discover more of his imperfections. I believe that gently tending to your fear of rejection could open the door to a new kind of connection—one that doesn’t rely on distance to feel safe.
In response to your question—I live in the U.S., in a part of the country with lots and lots of trees and mountains. It’s a beautiful, quiet place. I wasn’t born here, though. I arrived as a tourist in my 20s and stayed.
I’m looking forward to reading your thoughts about what I wrote here, whenever you’re ready.
With warmth and understanding, Anita
June 25, 2025 at 10:50 am in reply to: Should I Forget about him, or was he the one that got away? #447105anita
ParticipantThank you, Emma! I’m working on a reply for you 🙂
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ParticipantDear Suzanne:
I’m so sorry to hear about your brother’s diagnosis. I understand that treatments at this stage of the disease are typically palliative—focused on relieving symptoms and improving quality of life, rather than curing the illness. I truly hope he’s receiving the best care possible.
And please know: there’s nothing self-centered about grief—especially the kind that strikes deep in the gut and keeps returning in waves. That kind of news is seismic, and the heartbreak you’re feeling is profoundly human.
I hear so much love and loyalty in what you wrote. You’re showing up for your brother, despite past wounds, and that speaks volumes about your heart. The way you’re still caring for others—even in 100-degree heat, walking dogs and keeping them safe—that’s resilience in motion.
You’re not just coping—you’re moving through pain with quiet determination. You’re showing up for your brother. You’re tending to the dogs. You’re managing life alone in a house that feels heavy with memory. Despite her grief, fear, and the sense of being abandoned, you’re still choosing to show up with compassion for others.
Your care for your brother’s peace—whether or not he holds spiritual beliefs—is deeply tender. Just your steady presence can offer comfort, no beliefs required. Love reaches beyond those lines.
You are not broken, Sue. You are a woman standing in a storm, doing her best to love and hold steady. And I see that.
I also wanted to remind you of our conversation on May 11, about Radical Acceptance:
“Radical Acceptance is about accepting reality AS IS—without resistance… It’s a life philosophy that aims to reduce suffering by embracing life’s challenges without trying to change or deny them… By accepting the reality of a situation, you eliminate your internal struggle against it. This reduction in inner conflict can significantly decrease stress and anxiety… Implementing Radical Acceptance in your daily life is like giving yourself a gift – the gift of peace amidst the chaos.”
Still worth repeating, I think.
And also, the Serenity Prayer:
“God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change; > the courage to change the things I can, > and the wisdom to know the difference.”-
This prayer holds meaning even without “God.” I imagine your brother might hear its spirit, if not its exact words.
Take gentle care of yourself, Suzanne. I’m thinking of you and sending warmth your way.
With heart, Anita
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ParticipantMy heart is breaking for the seven Israeli soldiers—19, 20-year-olds—killed in Gaza most recently. They look so young, they could all be my grandchildren. One is laughing in the photo, so youthfully happy. Another looks so… innocent, almost childlike. One, I think, is Ethiopian-Israeli (when I left Israel in 1985, the Ethiopian immigration was very new; this boy wasn’t even born). Another might be the child of Russian immigrants, from that later wave of immigration.
Seeing their faces in the photos breaks my heart.
I feel… selfish for being so old, and yet alive—when they were cut off from life, not even a third of my age. I never knew any of them alive. And yet, I’d give my life for them if it meant they could live.
I just read that Iran arrested 700 Iranians they suspect of spying for Israel. I feel badly for them. I imagine they’re being tortured.
So much cruelty. So much torture and death.
Why… I wish not.
Anita
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ParticipantStill journaling:
As for the love of money— It’s been years since I carried any cash. I don’t know how to use a credit or debit card at a register. I haven’t gone clothes shopping in ages. All my clothes are old.
I live beyond the city limits and do most of my traveling on foot. Just walking. I’m known around here as The Walker. People driving by don’t ask if I need a ride. They know better. They know I’m The Walker.
Listening to old music, I’m thinking: There is nothing more intense than the thirst for life in someone who’s been thirsty for too long.
There’s something about youth stifled for too long— It collapses inward. Not dead. Not alive— But the thirst is still there.
The desire is there. But the youth is gone.
Except for how I get to feel when I dance in public, after enough red wine— I get to be YOUNG again.
And right now, right here—on a public forum— I imagine I am not alone. Someone is reading me. Someone is… awakened by something I write.
Someone is SEEING me.
It’s all those years, so long ago—living in the dark, unseen.
The thirst is about being seen—SEE ME.
SEE ME.
Me. This person here. Me. Me.
Me—see me?
I just looked at the news. Trump insists that Iran’s nuclear capabilities have been completely obliterated, simply because it’s a version that’s convenient to him.
He’s essentially saying: “I, Trump, OBLITERATED Iranian nuclear capabilities! See how GREAT I AM—greatest of all!”
A Narcissist in Chief. And his co-narcissist: Netanyahu.
Anita
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ParticipantJournaling—something I do in my own threads, just typing out whatever comes to mind:
There is a gap between the desire to connect with other people and the reality of disconnect—or of connection that doesn’t last.
My biggest failure-to-connect was with my own mother. Oh, how hard I tried. And for how long.
I was young and, naturally, able to connect. She was too damaged, too sick to connect.
Fast forward: I find myself in a world full of damaged people who are unable to connect, at least not for long.
I was a troubled teenager and young adult. Sick. But with lots of healing work—or perhaps a better word: transformation work—I’m now able to connect. And I’m okay within myself. Gone is the torment-within.
But still—I’m aware that the world, in large parts, hasn’t healed. Hasn’t transformed.
The leader of the “free world” is a sick egomaniac.
It isn’t true, what he says (and what Netanyahu repeats), that the nuclear weapons capabilities of Iran have been destroyed. It’s simply not true. It’s just what both of them—Trump and Netanyahu—say to promote themselves, and no one else. At the expense of the truth.
Connecting. Trying to connect—in a broken world.
I keep going back to my mother, myself… because that’s where the origin lies: the desire to connect. The failure to connect. The shock. The betrayal of trust. The resulting decades-long anxiety and depression. (C-PTSD.)
Betrayal of Trust is a Global Epidemic, says I.
Acronym: BOTAGE.
Of course, I don’t trust the Iranian regime (their “Death to Israel!” “Death to America!” chants come to mind).
And I don’t trust Netanyahu. Nor do I trust Trump.
I don’t trust the Democratic Party candidates who ran against Trump either—nor all those career politicians who call themselves “public servants” while serving primarily themselves.
BOTAGE has been going on for too long: politicians bought by major corporations, including the multinational corporations that manufacture and sell weapons systems—which, by definition, profit from war and death.
“For the love of money is a root of all kinds of evil.” — 1 Timothy 6:10
“Now the earth was corrupt in God’s sight and was full of violence.” — Genesis 6:11
“Keep your lives free from the love of money and be content with what you have.” — Hebrews 13:5
Those words were written nearly 3,000 years ago.
Fast forward: VOILÀ. Here we are, Surprise.. not.
I find comfort in just seeing all this as-is.
Anita
June 24, 2025 at 5:18 pm in reply to: Should I Forget about him, or was he the one that got away? #447085anita
ParticipantHi Emma, just thinking of you and hoping you’re doing okay. No pressure to reply—just wanted to say hi and send a little care your way.
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ParticipantI hope you are well, Mei, 19 days since your last update..?
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ParticipantHow are you, Lunar?
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ParticipantHow are you, Lady F? And how is your sister?
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ParticipantThinking about you, Suzanne, hoping you are well. 🍓
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ParticipantDear Alessa:
Thank you for your message. I couldn’t have said it any better myself. Greed does fuel war.
The global arms trade is a multibillion-dollar industry, and when weapons become commodities— the incentive to maintain peace weakens. The lives lost, the homes destroyed, the futures stolen—those become just the cost of doing business for those at the top.
It’s deeply unjust. And it’s so easy to feel powerless in the face of it all. But messages like yours remind me that compassion still speaks, still sees, and still matters.
With appreciation, Anita
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