DEb,
It really is weird isn't it. At the end of the time with XN he had the nerve to say I know we will always be friends. I told him the last person in the world I wanted to be friends with was him......... I think we get so sucked into the drama that it feels like being trapped in some sort of web that it is so difficult to get out of.
Axa,
CB
whether we are all, to some degree, N's.
As I wrote to Michael I believe we all have the ability to act like Ns it is the difference IMO between the capability and the acting on the behaviour that makes one different.
Also, the realization that there was "jockeying for position" early in my marriage. I often wondered if we were deciding who would be the N and would be the enabler. I am very aware that NH expressed my own anger for me when he raged. I was angry at the world, I was angry at myself. But nice girls don't get angry.
I think in most relationships there are positions that one takes up of being the dominant one....... this I think can fluctuate in relation to the events which are taking place at the time. I don't see this as unusual or necessarily bad. I can relate to the anger thing though. I never showed any anger until I was well and truely sucked in to the relationship, mostly towards the end. I was so aware of my raging Nmother and how angry she was and went to the opposite pole, but of course this was not real and so when I was pushed the anger emerged. I have to say I am grateful to that anger because that was what got me out of the mess.
He was a redneck, bigot, uncouth guy for all his money. His bigoted ways constantly rubbed me the wrong way. I constantly fought against him. Did he just provide a platform for me to express the part of me that I wanted to be?
Oh CB what were you doing with MY GUY!!! Xn was in the medical profession, highly qualified but so bloody rude he was unreal. Also his basic manners were terrible. Never said please/thank you... to anyone as far as I could see. Jumped queues, pushed people out of his way, barged into conversations, insulted people. He was the type of person I would normally run a mile from. As for expressing myself. Well I figured out that my expressing myself was a threat to him because it meant that I showed him I was seperate from him and THAT WAS NOT ALLOWED.
Portia
. I see all of me - the angry dictator, the fighting toddler, the parent, the shocked child, the knowing adult - it's all parts of me and saying there is one shadow side - too limiting, when we're a whole bundle of all sorts of things. None of them 'bad', none of them 'good'.
I see all of these people/sides of me also. I think the shadow part is that which we deny the existence of because we see it as BAD. Whereas now I see it as I am all things........... what is perceived as "good and bad" I feel like I am not explaining myself very well.
Mmm i hesitate over the part of me because if you do it, then yes, it is part of you, at that moment. I think of it more as cyphering (?) the internal parent. Sometimes I hear myself speaking in my mother's voice and it shocks me because although I've taken that in, is it really me? I question that. Or maybe it was me and I'm glad to be shocked by it so I can shake hands with it and boot it out... almost like a virus, a computer virus that's been lying dormant and whoosh, it takes us over. Do I sound like I'm denying stuff I wonder...
bfn. P
I think that I have internalised part of my mother which is raging and hateful. I think my acceptance of this is what will help in my healing. I believe the more we acknowledge all of ourselves the less power the distructive "parts" have. I see that I projected my raging hateful part onto XN......... not that he needed it because he has plenty of it himself, but I was dissassociating myself from my own parts so I could not own them. This in turn, I think, is what kept me hooked in. As long as I could dump the blame on him I was tied to him. Now that I am owning my own "parts" I feel distance from him, like I don't need the energy to go out to him anymore.........this sounds so all over the place, I do hope I am making some sense. Wish I could make a drawing of it!!!m
I took the upper hand when I no longer cared if he stayed of left. Do not know but I can see me taking movie roll of the controller instead of being controlled. Maybe the pendulum will swing back into the middle and I will not del the need to be so intense.
I think that this is about taking back your own power OC. When one is not attached emotionally one can revert back to ones adult self, methinks. I think the more I break the emotional attachment with XN the less I care and maybe with that comes my forgiveness of myself........... and he is off on his merry junket with new supply.
What I am saying that relates to your post was I knew and accepted ALL sides of the human spectrum. In other words, I did not see myself 'Stuck" in any role. I was and could be all different sides, depending on my choices. I still had the capacity to accept all the parts of me and to love myself with them all.
Ami thank you for this. I know when I was with XN I was STUCK in the victim role...... you put it much clearer than I, really struggling with getting this across.
As I grew up, My N mother sucked out my core and I became rigid in a "victim " role. However, I could play the perpetrator at times .also.How she "poisoned " my mind, though and THEREFORE got me STUCK in a role was that she chastised me for every aspect of me that was not"perfect' If I did well in school. It was not good enough because a REALLY smart person should do well WITHOUT studying .Another example was how you looked. You had to be beautiful WITHOUT doing anything like spending time on clothes ETC. If you did anything, then you failed.You had to be perfect WITHOUT trying.
Oh Ami, I never got this before. This is how it was I should not have to do anything to be perfect, I should have BEEN perfect. This helps with pieces of my puzzle. I gave up on everything, study, looking good etc because I just KNEW I never would be good enough so I stopped trying. I had that sense of being defeated again with XN. There was no point. I gave up, put on weight, did little or nothing, and of course he hated me more and more for this so I ended up the victim AGAINl
After my N mother got done with me, I had to be 'perfect" or i was worthless and deserved hate and humiliation.Then, she was inside me and I did to me what she did. That is where I am now. It STINKS and I want to heal from it.
I see your question as expressing "being stuck" in a rigid role because you have "thrown away" the parts of you which were unacceptable. to you or to the N's in your life.
This is how I see it now. It is SUCH an important topic to healing. I am so glad that you brought it up . By the way, was I on the topic?
So good to read this Ami. I think I took on the stance that I was worthless. I posted this before but I want to say it again. When XN was emotionally abusing me I had a thought that he thinks I deserve this and no better and I am here listening to it so I think I deserve it and no better. This was a big lightbulb moment for me. I too want to heal this because I am so BORED with the pain and drama. I do think I became paralized in the role of the victim as if I could not escape from it. Thank God for the anger I felt which pushed me out of the horrible place.
You are liberating your humanity. Bravo bravo.
Thanks Hops, hard work, hard work.
I think it's such a wonderful thing that you pointed out how often an N is not likeable, yet we'll hang ourselves on a pike and sacrifice decades of our lives because we "love" them.
Well maybe we do! But maybe we should do that from a distance of no less than 100 miles and with no contact!
We can love them all we want! Whoop de doodle doo we're so LOVING! (Punch ticket, get to heaven.)
He He,,,,,,,,,,, got over the lovin over here thankfully!
But damned if I don't think there is a compulsive masochism that is being acted out with these obsessions. And that masoschism is a spit in the face of the miracle of being alive.
Yes, yes, yes. I felt like the "living dead" and that is the best way I could describe it, it is as if the life was sucked out of me and I was rendered helpless.