încurcat lucru, înțelegerea limbii vorbite prin semne, semne care n-apar când le ceri, apar mereu la timpul lor, busolă.
între ce-a fost și ce urmează se-ntinde amplu conglomerat de detalii colorate, frânturi verzi, albastre, roșii, aurii, fragmente vizuale, semne dactilografiate senin pe retină, pe degete, pe sân.
o mie de detalii bune nu schimbă un loc rău, adună însă-n sine gradual un cumul de senzații, abecedar în care “Roșu” se va scrie cu “M”, de la “Măceașă”, și unde “Lume” e sinonim cu “Acasă”.
o mie de senzații, de detalii, un cer acoperit de-un infinit mărunt de stele abecedarul-calendar-caleidoscop plin de detalii neon, ca pentru fiecare noapte albă, noapte mare, mărturii succinte ale fiecărei dăți în care m-ai surprins că-mi pasă.
semnele vin pe rând, găsesc de-a lungul celei care sunt, o casă. e iarăși azi, de-acum tăcerea din jurul stelei mele nu m-apasă. de-azi am rămas cu garda joasă, e iarăși azi, și bucuria mi se-așeză la masă.
câteodată, acasă e liniștea care te lasă să fii cum ești. de cele mai multe ori însă, acasă e locul unde urechile aud sunete uneori inexistente, mesaje subtile din alte lumi, ochii trag mereu priviri furișe, așteptând, alături de mâinile încleștate să se întâmple ceva. orice. așteaptă cuminți neprevăzutul. răbufnirea.
câteodată, în mine se naște un gol. gol de dor. de cele mai multe ori, însă, doar doare. golul din mine e fundătura ce nu-mi dă răgaz sau scăpare, deși încă îmi spun că n-ar mai fi gol lăsat de-un trecător oarecare.
câteodată îmi aduc aminte de ei. de toți bărbații vieții mele și zâmbesc cu duioșie amăruie peste umăr. de cele mai multe ori, însă…regret. regret că au vrut să mă facă dintr-o femeie, o statuie.
câteodată, gândul meu merge agale pe drumul lui Ce-ar fi putut fi. de cele mai multe ori, însă, se-nvârte în cerc, și derulează aceleași câteva secvențe masochismul nu e doar al cărnii.
câteodată, mi-e dor ca unghiile mele să lase urme pe spatele cuiva și să-i placă. să mă strângă de gât înapoi, să mă domine cât timp valul mă duce acolo unde e nevoie de mine să fiu. de cele mai multe ori, însă, știu că sexul n-o să cumpere uitarea pentru mine. va cumpăra în schimb nemurirea. pentru el. bărbații despre care scriu nu mor. își iau drumul stângaci spre altceva, spre o altă dată.
câteodată, în timp ce adorm vreau să mă simt dominată. dominată de un alt om, de un om în carne, oase și instincte neîmblânzite. de cele mai multe ori, însă, închid ochii știind că e doar un moment pasager, volatil, nor pe cer. și adorm. și, temporar, mor. îmi văd speranța fugărind nostalgii pe tavan. azi a fost altă zi în care n-am putut pune emoțiile mele-n palme nimănui am căutat iar sclipiri în ochii străinului doar ca să mă pierd în notele parfumului de noapte de vară cu fân și stele pe cer. e-un alt an, un alt iulie, iar eu nu mai sper.
Lately, I’ve been spending more time than usual thinking about something that has always been very important to me: love. I’ve always thought that a healthy relationship can do more for a person than any personal development workshop it could possibly attend, but what does it even mean a healthy relationship anymore?
And, as always, I have started to apply my oldest method, which involves, as a first step, discovering what a healthy and loving relationship is not. And that’s a seriously long list.
First of all, a healthy relationship is not controlling.
Yes, a good partner will care about you, will ask you about your day, and will want to know about you, but s/he will do it naturally. You won’t feel interrogated or pressed. And, no, Where did you went dressed up like that?, Why are you coming home this late? or Who was calling you earlier? are not signs that your partner cares about you. They are, instead, signs of controlling behavior, and should not be ignored in the first place, or you will witness them escalating slowly but surely, as time flies.
A healthy relationship helps you grow.
And this is so important, I can’t even stress it out enough. If your partner tries to convince you to give up on your dreams or your long-time planned path for us, that’s not gonna work. A relationship where one has to sacrifice its desire for growth and evolution because the other doesn’t want more than s/he already has is a failure from beginning to an end. A good friend of mine gave up on a long time relationship because her partner disapproved of her career plans. I didn’t really understand that immediately, but I did a few years later when I’ve been put in front of the same choice: do I want that relationship, or I want to accomplish my dreams? I’ve ended up by choosing myself, and I still would, if I would be put in front of that choice again. Because a partner which is, indeed, a good fit, won’t make you make decisions that could throw you into an inner war. For a good partner, your inner peace is just as important as its own, and your evolution is not a threat. If s/he pressures you into giving up on your education or change your career pretexting that it is for the future good of the relationship, run.
A healthy relationship won’t make you feel unworthy.
Yes, being criticized is an important part of human interactions, regardless of their kind. Somehow, you have to pay some extra attention to how your partner’s negative feedback makes you feel. If it makes you feel unworthy, not good enough or a disappointment, if it makes your self-doubt explode, there is a big chance that your relationship is a toxic one.
Toxic relationships are lasting just because one of the partners know how to constantly make the other feel guilty and ashamed.
An unhealthy relationship will always let you feel that all the fault is yours, for whatever rough corners that relationship might have. It is always you to blame, never the partner. And this is where the drama starts, as it teaches you that those are the kind of behaviors that you deserve. Needless to say, that’s one of the most obvious signs that a person has a toxic history to battle.
It won’t happen fast.
Even if this might sound counterintuitive, truth is that most of the toxic relationships have a common trait: they happen all of a sudden. You two get to know each other out of nowhere, online or maybe from some social event, that’s less important, you overshare, tend to be inseparable and, after less than a month, the first I love you is said, too. Does it sound familiar? If yes, then I’m sorry, but you have, also, a toxic past behind.
Love, true, healthy love, is rather built than found. It implies knowing each other, making sure that you share the same core values, and being friends. Yes, friends. Because when the lust is over, that’s when the actual relationship starts. And it can either be a healthy, long-time standing one if the partners took care of also befriending each other in the meantime or a living hell if there was one of those stories where the aggressor and the victim have found each other.
If there’s a truth behind all this, that is the fact that a toxic relationship is extremely hard to escape from. Even if one manages to cut ties with the toxic partner, there will remain something, usually known as the narcissistic wound to be dealt with. This usually involves low self-esteem, depression, fear of creating intimate connections with other people, and, depending on the length of the toxic relationship and the forms of the abuse experienced, might also include symptoms of PTSD. This is why, after getting out of a toxic relationship, some people tend to fall again for a partner with the same behavioral pattern as their former abuser: because, without professional help, one rarely manages to overcome all these issues on its own. And without a complete recovery, the relapse is just a matter of time.
Because, and that is something it took me a long while to see, all our relationships, and our romantic ones especially, are the reflection of one thing: the relationship we have with ourselves.
Only by improving our self-image, by understanding our inner worth and the fact that it is independent of our human interactions, we will learn to put and respect some boundaries without guilt. Of course, our toxic partners play their parts as well, but they wouldn’t get to become our partners in the first place if we weren’t toxic for ourselves. If we would be understanding and supportive when it comes to us just the way we are with our best friends. If we would keep learning and exploring, even with the risk of seeming ridiculous. If we wouldn’t just assume that we have everything figured out already. If we wouldn’t put so much unnecessary pressure on ourselves, on a daily basis.
Because, at the end of the day, any person who will ever meet you will learn how to treat you from yourself. What you allow and what you don’t, what you care about, and what are you only pretending to care about. You will teach them which are your limits, your self-worth and you will show, by the way, you treat and talk about yourself, what you’re expecting and accepting from others. So what if you’d wake up one morning and, while sipping your coffee and listening to your favorite music, would decide to actually act as positive and firmly as you talk on the Internet feed?
And to anyone out there reading this article, if you find yourself in a toxic relationship, please, PLEASE, RUN AWAY! SEEK HELP! Talk to anyone you trust about your problems, and accept any type of help you are offered. It will hurt, but you owe it to yourself to escape. You are worth living a beautiful, fulfilling life, so run as fast as you can of anyone trying to convince you that you’re not. The man that tries to make you live a life dominated by fear, guilt, and shame doesn’t love you. He won’t change. But you have to, so be brave, be bold enough, and leave. You’re gonna thank yourself later for doing so.